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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 7, 2010 15:40:13 GMT -5
You would have thought that Kevay had learnt the meaning of discretion, what with years of hiding under beds and in wardrobes from women‘s husbands under his belt, but the lesson just didn‘t seem to have sunk in. He was simply the type of person that couldn‘t help making a scene, he had to be the centre of attention, he couldn‘t help it. He was flamboyant and loud, and he actually looked perplexed as Phoenix made his ‘shhhhhh‘ gestures. How was he meant to voice his disapproval of this whole situation if he wasn‘t allowed to shout down to him? The thief really hadn‘t thought this thing through, had he? He had just gone all action man on him and jumped out of the window. Fuck, just because he was a cupid did he expect that he had a pair of fluffy white wings or something? Bah.
Kevay reluctantly climbed out onto the window sill as Phoenix promised to catch him, looking as ungraceful as humanly possible. He ended up with his legs dangling in mid air, clinging onto the window sill. There was people openly gawping up at him, the little crowd gasping as he clumsily lowered himself onto the ledge that Phoenix had jumped from, his knuckles white because he was clinging onto his handholds that tightly. “I‘m scared!” He pouted down at the thief, having somehow managed to turn now so that his back was to the building, biting his lip as he looked down to the ground. “You promise to catch me? Cross your heart?” He questioned, clearly doubting Phoenix‘s abilities. He‘d only just met this guy and he was about to jump from a building into his arms; talk about a leap of faith.
The cupid lingered for a moment longer before sort of letting himself drop from his perch, one hand pressed over his eyes, his breath held as he waited for the floor to rush up and meet him. He couldn‘t die like this! Who would take his heart and carry on cupiding? It was against the balance! It was all wrong. Oh, fuck, he hoped that Phoenix was good at catching. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 7, 2010 16:02:33 GMT -5
The unimpressed look on Phoenix's face had developed into something akin to the look one got just before they smacked someone for doing something incredibly stupid. He was frowning up at Kevay as if the cupid had done the exact opposite to what he had been asking. Discretion? Oh, no, now he was drawing a crowd. And they were gawking. "You'd think we were puttin' on a play," he grumbled to himself as Kevay took those first few wobbly steps out onto the window sill. Oh, fucking hell. Talk about being wet behind the ears. Had this guy ever climbed anything? Ever? He looked about as graceful as a horse that had grown too many legs. He agreed with Kevay's thoughts. Phoenix really hadn't thought this through. Talk about a dumb blond.
"I promise to catch you!" Phoenix called up to him reassuringly, though the tone of his voice had only changed because of the cupid's admission that he was scared. Phoenix wasn't heartless. And if Kevay panicked up there he really could kill himself. Not something the thief really wanted on his conscience. He had enough skeletons in his closet as it was. "I cross my heart and hope to die," he recited. "Just jump, leave it to me! I'll catch you," he repeated with conviction, adjusting his stance on the ground to try and make sure he wouldn't buckle and fall over after he'd caught Kevay. Landing on their faces after all of this would just be the icing on the cake, he figured.
As his new friend covered his eyes and let himself drop from the ledge, a strange thought occurred to Phoenix. Deja vu. He'd been here before, he was certain of it. Admittedly, the beautiful blonde about to land in his arms had been Aurora, Princess of Cressa, but the point still stood. A faint little smile crossed his face for a second or two as he remembered that day, how Rory had panicked and hadn't wanted to jump. He hadn't really made the best first impression. Looked like that would be a continuing trend. He snapped back to attention, of course, when he realised that said beautiful blond wasn't female this time. And Kevay was almost definitely taller and heavier than Rory had been. And he was falling from a greater height. And all these people were watching him. And--
"Ohfuck."
Phoenix just about had time to blurt out a curse before Kevay came hurtling towards him. Luckily, he regained his senses and caught the cupid securely in his arms, though he felt as though the floor had just head-butted him. He staggered back with Kevay, falling promptly onto his backside and seeming vaguely aware that the crowd around them was... cheering? They were fucking cheering!
"See? Nothin' to it," he laughed weakly as he looked across as the other man.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 7, 2010 16:25:02 GMT -5
Just before he landed in Phoenix‘s arms the funniest feeling rushed up to engulf him. It made him giggle to himself dizzily as he fell, the memory of past happiness chasing off his fear of falling to a bloody death. It was Phoenix, he could tell that much, and he was remembering her, his lost Princess. Aww, it was so cute, almost cute enough that he wanted to say fuck all the drinking and screwing so that they could go on a quest to reunite him with his lost love. But this wasn‘t a fairy tale, and real life rarely had a happily ever after. Lost loves stayed lost, and new loves could never compare to what had been prematurely snuffed out. It was almost like a curse, Phoenix would be stuck with a ‘what if‘ for the rest of his life, and Kevay felt a crushing depression press in at him from all sides as he realised this.
Luckily for both the thief and the cupid, these dark thoughts were jolted from his head as Phoenix caught him. The red head actually managed to catch him! His arms instantly move around the thief to cling to him, Kevay shaking a little, his hangover drown out by the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins. “You saved my life!” He exclaimed happily, beaming at Phoenix before suddenly bursting out into hysterical laughter, letting his head fall to rest on his friends shoulder as he struggled to breathe. He had just woken up in bed with what was pretty much a complete stranger with no clue how he had got there and a raging hangover and now he was jumping out of windows to avoid paying their bill. Oh, this friendship was going to be as dangerous as it was fun, he could already feel it.
He looked around as the doors to the inn suddenly burst open, the bemused owners not taking very long to work out what was happening outside, suddenly shouting angrily and pointing at the two men sat in the middle of the street. Kevay leapt up onto his feet surprisingly nimbly, dragging Phoenix with him, still laughing as he took off running down the street. He may not be very good at climbing, but Kevay had lots and lots of practice of running the Hell away. It was a gift of his, a well practised talent. Run and hide, always worked.
“Run, Phoenix, run! Or you‘re the one paying the bill!” He called to his friend mischievously, skidding around a corner, not having a clue where he was running to, he just wanted to get there quick, and without the inn keepers following. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 7, 2010 16:42:03 GMT -5
Phoenix would have pointed out that, while technically he may have saved Kevay's life, he was the one to have goaded him into jumping from the window in the first place, but somehow he figured that it would be better just to accept the gratitude. Even if it meant that he was practically suffocating from said gratitude, the air being forced from his lungs as Kevay clung to him. He coughed and spluttered as he was dragged into a hug, remaining like this for a moment or so before he peeled the cupid's arms from around him so he could gasp in a breath or two. Then he realised that the crowd around them were still happily cheering, as if it really was some kind of a show... then, as Kevay rested his head on his shoulder, Phoenix started to laugh as well.
"Oh, God. You should've seen your face!" the thief laughed helplessly to Kevay, shaking his head and looking up at the hotel window, which only served to send him into fresh peals of laughter. "And for the record," he added as he tried to catch his breath, "You are gorgeous, okay? So quit poutin' at me," he grinned, shaking his head to the cupid. Phoenix actually laughed in the inn-keeper's face as he appeared, the angry and serious expression on his face only making the situation even funnier. If it weren't for Kevay dragging him to his feet, in fact, Phoenix thought that he'd have just sat there in the middle of the street and thrown caution to the wind, come what may.
As it was, his feet soon relaxed back into that familiar spirited tempo that Phoenix called 'running the hell away', and he followed Kevay easily, their laughter echoing along the street as they bolted away from the inn-keeper, currently shaking his fist and trying to gain the crowd's attention. This wasn't a performance, those two were thieves and con artists!
"I ain't payin' nothing!" Phoenix, meanwhile, was rounding the corner and skidding into a crowded street, keeping Kevay in sight as he ducked and weaved through the people and carriages and the like, searching for a place to hide. Eventually he grabbed his friend's wrist to pull them into an alleyway, Phoenix having to pause to laugh breathlessly, brushing his bangs out of his face. "Fuck, I haven't done somethin' like that in... in... fuck," he straightened up, actually looking rather serious. "It has been a while," he admitted, rubbing at the back of his head and smirking to Kevay.
Adrenaline pumped through his veins. His lungs burned from running so quickly, and he felt rather giddy, as if he had accomplished something. "It's been too long," he repeated, looking past the cupid now to tilt his head at the sign of a tailor's above some intricate lettering that the thief couldn't read. "That seem like a good place to start?" he asked.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 7, 2010 17:17:06 GMT -5
A mixture of the adrenaline, the adoration from the crowd and Phoenix‘s little flash back left Kevay on a high, the cupid half skipping as he ran, a cheerful bounce to his step. He was still laughing like a maniac as he dodged through the crowds, people arching their eyebrows as he passed. If he hadn‘t been so tall people would have mistaken him for an over excited child, especially with Phoenix following in his wake. They were far too giggly to have committed any serious crimes, right? They were probably drunk, already. Young people these days, none of them did anything worth while.
Kevay leant back against the wall as Phoenix tugged him into the alley, fighting to control his laughter so that he could actually breathe. It took a minute or two before he had control of himself, his cheeks flushed y this point. “Fuck, I‘m so unfit. It‘s been a while since I had to do something like that.” He shook his head, doubling over as he waited for the pain in his side to subside. Lexie had him behaving so much that he had barely even been seducing married women and being caught on purpose. She had made him a good person! Which, while it was a good thing, it obviously hadn‘t worked for him seeing as she had ended up leaving even though he had been trying his very VERY best not to go around breaking hearts (at this moment he was forgetting how she had saved both his life and his sanity on multiple occasions, and that she had left because he had been a bastard).
He looked up as Phoenix pointed out the tailors, straightening up and smoothing his clothes out. “Seems like a good enough place to start. The sign looks new and the windows are clean, that‘s always a good sign.” He nodded, absently ruffling up his hair as he composed himself and stepped out of the alley, weaving through the crowd at a much slower pace this time, making his way across to the tailors. Ahhh, a tailors, he always felt at home in these places, no matter how dingy and awful they were.
A little bell above the door chimed as he stepped inside, the cupid offering one of his most dashing smiles to the pretty young brunette who had been stacking material, the girl looking instantly flustered. “Um…I…you…Good morning.” She smiled to them, seeming to forget completely what she should be doing, which was alright seeing as Kevay had already swept inside to start examining material. “We need clothes, noble clothes. What colour should I dress him in?” He questioned, pointing back to Phoenix, though he didn‘t get an answer from the girl, she was too busy staring at him. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 7, 2010 17:39:18 GMT -5
"Hell, clean windows are a luxury to me," Phoenix admitted. If he was being really serious, windows at all could be considered a luxury at the most dire of times, but Phoenix was from the slums, so that wasn't so much of a surprise. The thief trailed after Kevay as he picked his way across to the tailor's, rolling his eyes playfully at the way he fussed over himself. Both he and Kevay were womanisers, there was no doubt about it, and yet they were so different. Phoenix contented himself with a mild chuckle as he imagined the cupid forgetting all about the girl he was trying to woo because he had caught sight of his reflection in a passing window pane. This served to amuse him right up until they walked in through the door, and he had to pay attention again.
His dashing smile to the young girl was a mere echo of Kevay's, Phoenix feeling, for a moment, quite envious. Okay, this whole 'my new friend is an irresistible god of love' thing could get kind of old when it came to trying to impress women. He wondered, for a second, if the cupid would mind wearing a paper bag over his head when it came to Phoenix trying to get laid. Somehow, he doubted it.
As Kevay moved away to examine the materials, Phoenix had another flash-back. He'd been in a tailor's before with Rory, too. This memory was less happy. God, places like this were so BORING. He instantly forgot the young girl, shuffling after Kevay and sighing, preparing himself for a long morning.
It wasn't surprising that Phoenix had been dismissed after letting the tailor take his measurements; another second in that place and he thought he was going to keel over and die. Being allowed to wander the streets of Lait while Kevay did... whatever... was a relief for the thief, whose money pouch was considerably heavier as he made his way back down the street to the tailor's in the middle of the afternoon. He had been keeping an eye out for their friend the inn-keeper, and although he had been recognised by people in the street (who apparently thought he was some kind of travelling actor) he hadn't run into anyone who could cause them any major trouble.
It was as Phoenix reached the door to the tailor's that he realised it was the middle of the afternoon and he was sober. Ooh. That needed to change soon. He was feeling fidgety already, as if his blood was calling out for whiskey. Okay, so maybe he was a little bit of an alcoholic by now. Did it really matter, though? He pushed open the door and stepped inside.
"Kevay?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 7, 2010 18:01:47 GMT -5
The morning had passed in a blur for Kevay. Unlike Phoenix, he loved the tailors, especially when there was a beautiful young girl there to hang around him and keep him company. He was already changed into his new clothes by the time that Phoenix returned, stood turning in front of the mirror to admire his handiwork. His shirt was white and a little more feminine than the one that he had designed for his friend. It was made from a lighter material. His shirt was a dress shirt with fashionable frills down the front, though he still managed to keep a hint of manliness (which was fine, because a hint of manliness was all that he ever had). His shirt wasn‘t tucked in, left loose, over black trousers, his shirt buttons a pearly colour. “I like it, I did well, right?” He asked, glancing back to the girl, who was looking rather ruffled up, as though clothes making wasn‘t all that they had been doing. She obviously nodded, though she was quick to try and straighten herself out as Phoenix returned.
“Phoenix!” Kevay actually flailed as the thief stepped into the shop, turning to pick up his clothes from where they were folded on the table to wave them at him. “You need to put them on, now! I need to know if they fit. Hell! What took you so long?” He demanded, throwing the clothes over to the thief. He had made sure to keep his clothes more masculine and simple. A bottle green coloured shirt made from the finest silk, simple in it‘s cut, with onyx buttons. A black waistcoat with plenty of hidden pockets, the buttons on this rimmed with the same green as his shirt. Straight legged black trousers and a dark brown coat (Kevay had figured that the thief was in desperate need of a new coat).
“Hurry up, go try then on. They should fit perfectly, but I need to see!” He pointed over to the screen in the back of the store that Phoenix could change behind. “Hurry, then we can go out and see what trouble we can get into today while looking all properly dashing.” He grinned, mischief in his eyes. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 7, 2010 18:17:52 GMT -5
"I was lurking about and being generally shifty, as per usual," Phoenix informed Kevay with a light shrug, as if the other man should have guessed from him telling him he was a 'master thief' yesterday that this was what he would be doing. He damn near dropped the clothes when Kevay threw them to him, catching them roughly and raising his eyebrows as he looked down at them, tilting his head at the cupid. "Okaaaay... you're almost a woman, you know that? Very nearly almost," he informed him, shuffling off to dress behind the screen in the tailor's. He honestly couldn't figure out what was wrong with his old clothes! Oh, wait... maybe the seams of his coat were coming apart a bit. And the hems were terribly frayed.
And his waistcoat was threadbare. And his shirt was stained with whiskey from God knows when (and he really thought there were still bits of straw sticking out of there from yesterday). And his trousers were rolled up several times because they'd obviously been made for someone taller. Oh, the list went on. Fine. Maybe he did need some new clothes.
And after he had changed, the thief had to admit that he wasn't really going to complain. He'd only worn silk once or twice before, and he still wasn't quite used to the feel of it on his skin. His coat was folded over one arm as he emerged from behind the screen so that Kevay could get a good look at him, resisting the urge to strike a pose or something equally as uncharacteristic. He'd have to slap the cupid if his femininity started to rub off on him. "If I ever start to like it in these kinds of places, please kick me," he murmured, examining the cuff of his bottle green shirt admiringly, patting the pockets of his waist-coat - and smirking as he found the hidden ones - before he looked up at Kevay. "Well?" he tilted his head.
In all honesty, the cupid had out-done himself. Phoenix still looked like Phoenix, exactly like him... except now he could have easily been another noble in the crowd, albeit a particularly roguish one. "Trouble, you say? Yeah, we'll have to see," he agreed, nodding and grinning. "Where do you want to go first? I have money now," he added.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 8, 2010 7:51:02 GMT -5
”You took a long time lurking around and being generally shifty.” Kevay rolled his eyes at him, though he couldn‘t really complain. He was guessing that the thief had come back with enough money to get them both wasted. See, all it took was a morning‘s work then they could spend the rest of the day squandering their earnings. What better thing was there to do with money than spend it? He just hoped that he remembered a little more of what happened today when he woke up tomorrow morning. Not everything, where was the fun if he remembered everything? But he would like to at least remember enough for him to take a wild guess at how they ended up…wherever they were going to end up.
The cupid drummed his fingers over the table impatiently as he waited for Phoenix to change, straightening up instantly as he re-emerged, clapping his hands together and grinning to himself. Kevay seemed pretty smug as he moved to circle the thief, adjusting how the shirt hung here and there, straightening out the waistcoat before he stepped back away from Phoenix and nodded in satisfaction. “I did good.” It was a statement, not a question. “Oh hush, you look great. Now we can get into the bars without sneaking in. I‘m a genius, I can even make slummers look like natural nobles without getting rid of their character. I‘m good.” He smiled happily, that obviously not meant as an insult to Phoenix. “I gave you extra pockets, just in case you start to feel light fingered.” He added as he noticed the thief patting his pockets. Style and function, Kevay could make a fortune if he put his mind to it.
“Let‘s go to the first place that we find? If we get bored we can always go somewhere else. Nothing like hair of the dog to get rid of a hangover.” He winked, waving to the woman before moving to head out of the tailors, the girl seeming too flustered to notice that he was leaving without paying for anything. “Let‘s go anywhere that has whiskey in clean glasses.” He decided with a confident nod, as though that narrowed things down considerably. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 8, 2010 9:21:04 GMT -5
Phoenix couldn't help but smirk as Kevay circled around him and complimented himself. He stood obediently to let the cupid tug at his clothes and make the little adjustments that he wanted to, not even objecting to what he had said. He really had outdone himself. Phoenix still felt the same... he just looked a little richer, was all. "I never knew you were so good at this. You're full of surprises," he murmured with a faint smirk, laughing and shaking his head. He let his hands drop when he was finished figuring out how many hidden pockets his waist-coat contained, flashing Kevay a roguish grin. "I'm never not feeling light fingered," he reminded him with a light shrug, nodding in agreement with his plans.
"Clean glasses? You're lucky I'm good at what I do," Phoenix patted his heavy money pouch, collecting everything from his old clothes and transferring them to his new ones; money, odd bits of paper, trinkets (and a ring that a princess had given him once) before pulling on his coat and following Kevay from the tailors, winking at the young girl before he closed the door. "A'right. Let's get wasted," he nodded in agreement, sweeping off down the street.
It had been an interesting day. Well, two days if you wanted to get technical, but that implied that Phoenix had been to sleep. He remembered the first two taverns very clearly, but as evening fell and it got dark, his memory got fuzzy as well. Not that it mattered much. He remembered a lot of whiskey and just as many girls, tripping and falling over a wall, giggling to himself at something Kevay had done, even MORE whiskey... and now here they were at mid morning in their fourth (or fifth) tavern, Phoenix sat up on his bar stool surprisingly easily. "I think I drank myself sober," he sighed, peering into his empty glass and shoving it away, not seeming too impressed.
"This usually means I have to go to sleep before I can drink some more," he muttered, offering a light smile down at the girl who was currently pressed up against his side. Company, booze, and they were indoors. And it was a noble place, too. Life was good.
At least, that's what Phoenix thought until he felt a tap on his shoulder, turning around to see who it was only to come face to face with a rather severe looking man, built like one of the palace guards. In fact,the thief had to do a double take, just in case he hadn't noticed the uniform. "I know you," the man informed him in a gruff voice. Phoenix couldn't help thinking that he would have gone out of his way NOT to know this man. "You're on those posters in Avoir," he continued, causing the colour to drain from the thief's face.
Oh, shit. Turned out the past wouldn't leave him alone, even when he was miles away.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 8, 2010 10:01:04 GMT -5
The events leading up to them ending up in this tavern were fuzzy to say the least. He remembered whiskey, lots of it and disappearing to various indiscreet places with various beautiful women, skipping down the street while Phoenix laughed at him, the thief cheating at cards…and everything muddled into a blur. He had around ten different coloured ribbons tied around his wrist too, which he suspected that he had collected from the women that he had seduced. Why‘d he done that? Were he and Phoenix having a challenge? He couldn‘t remember, but it wouldn‘t be unusual for him to bet that he could seduce more women than the thief.
He was currently sat on a barstool by his new friend, his arm around the waist of some young woman that he‘d picked up. He was nudging his whiskey glass around, though he didn‘t seem at all interested in the drink. He could think in pretty straight lines, and they‘d been drinking since…since…God knew when. “I think I drank myself sober too. It‘s not a good feeling…I‘m starving.” He pouted, turning his head to look up at he girl at his side. “We should find a good inn with good food?” He asked her, the girl giggling and nodding.
The cupid was about to rise to his feet when the man appeared behind Phoenix, Kevay tilting his head, recognising trouble instantly. Shit. Okay, maybe being the Avalan Princess‘s kidnapper wasn‘t as glamorous as he had first assumed. They needed to think quick to get out of this. “Avalan wanted posters? Wow, red, you get around. And here I was thinking we‘d been pretty settled here for the past few years.” He gave the man a good natured smile and shook his head. “Sorry, I think you‘re mistaken. We‘ve not been back to Avalas in years.” He explained, the girl at his side automatically nodding to confirm what Kevay had said, even though she hadn‘t been listening. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 8, 2010 10:19:48 GMT -5
Even through the dire situation that he'd suddenly found himself in, Phoenix couldn't help but smile lightly at Kevay's smooth, quick thinking. That was lucky. With their combined lying skills, they'd be able to talk themselves out of almost anything. That, and the cupid had used his slum nickname (he'd probably told him the name some time in the blur that was last night). Phoenix quite liked it. He might have to start insisting that Kevay used it all the time - especially if people were recognising him in Ecritetre. The man looked admittedly off put by the cupid's sudden interruption into the conversation, and Phoenix's face had settled into a similar, half amused and half puzzled expression.
"Yeah, I know. I must get around, huh?" he laughed to himself, nudging the girl next to him gently. "Do I look like a criminal?" he motioned down at his clothes, shaking his head. He made a mental note to thank Kevay again for making him look like a noble. "Sorry, friend, you really must be mistaken. C'mon, settle down and have a drink with us. On me," he assured the stranger, waving a hand at him.
Now the man looked really confused, his friend lumbering up next to him. Though Phoenix's expression remained cool, his heart skipped a beat as he realised this guy was just as tall and burly looking as his companion. "I could have sworn..." the man was muttering, shaking his head as his friend clapped him on the shoulder. Phoenix smirked.
"We all get it wrong sometimes. Actually, maybe you should have a relax a little while. C'mon," he nodded to Kevay. "What'd I hear about a good inn with good food?" he smirked, rising to his feet and taking his girl with him. The two men automatically moved back out of the way for them. It looked as though they were in the clear at last.
However, just as they reached the door some new stranger got to his feet, peering at Phoenix closely (bastard, the thief thought). "No, wait a sec," he tugged Phoenix into the light, staring at him hard. "I was at the border of Avalas just a few days ago. There were posters everywhere. You do have a striking resemblance to the man on the poster. They said you might be lurking around here. Fetch the soldiers!" he announced suddenly, his grip on Phoenix's shoulder growing tighter. "If you are innocent, I owe you an apology and a drink. But I won't let you just walk out of here."
Well, fuck.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 8, 2010 11:47:10 GMT -5
Together Phoenix and Kevay made a great team. A mix of quick thinking and smooth talking and they could get themselves out of anything. Well, that was what was going through Kevay‘s mind as the situation unfolded. Phoenix caught on and backed him up instantly, and with the pair of them looking so calm and innocent it would be difficult for people not to believe them. It seemed that they were getting out of this one without too much trouble, Kevay making a mental note that they needed to get out of this town, today, as they rose to their feet. “Yeah, a tavern. I’m starving. I’ll treat you to dinner before we get back to work.” He nodded, keeping up the pretence that he and the thief were business partners. Well, they were sort of business partners; partners in crime.
Kevay had, however, been too quick in congratulating himself. He was stood just behind Phoenix when the other man pulled him into the light, a small frown touching to his features. “This is getting ridiculous.” He commented in his best impression of an annoyed, powerful noble. “Why would someone in a Wanted Poster be openly parading himself around noble bars? Hmmm? Psht, I heard that the Princess was kidnapped by a slummer, does he look like a slummer?” He questioned, shaking his head. “We are in a rush, we are very busy people…” He continued, but by this point it was clear that the crowd in the pub wasn‘t believing them at all.
Well fuck, what did they do now?
Kevay was rapidly starting to panic now, his arm moving from around the girls waist, his hand moving onto Phoenix‘s shoulder. They should make a run for it while they could. “Punch him and let‘s run. We need to get out of this town.” He whispered to the thief. “You ready?” He asked as he straightened up, the tip of an arrow peeking from inside his sleeve as he moved to push the man‘s hand from Phoenix‘s arm, scratching him with the arrow, planning on making him fall in love with the girl he‘d just stepped away from so they could run while he was distracted. “This is an insult. Never in all our time in Ecritetre have we been treated like this. We have friends in high places, this insult will no pass unnoticed.” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 8, 2010 12:09:17 GMT -5
Phoenix had been rapidly forming some kind of a loose plan in his mind when Kevay whispered to him, the thief letting out an inward sigh of relief as the other elements of his plan were delivered to him by the cupid's suggestions. His nod was nothing more than a quick, subtle movement of his head, so that nobody caught on to anything. As Kevay moved the man's hand from his shoulder, Phoenix's fist clenched and he took a gentle step back. Only people who were looking for it would notice that his stance had suddenly become tense and ready for violence. The man in question looked about ready to open his mouth and enquire just where Kevay thought he was going with the charade, but his attention was quite suddenly focused elsewhere.
A dopy smile crossed his face as he considered the girl that had previously been pressed up against the cupid's side, the man finding it hard to concentrate on much else. As a result, he never even saw the punch coming.
Phoenix wasn't a strong guy, but with his opponent looking elsewhere and having speed and surprise on his side, smacking the guy in the jaw resulted in him toppling over backwards, crashing into the table he'd been seated at. "And that's our cue to leave," he commented under his breath, moving quicker than you would have expected, ducking under the swing of someone's arm to bolt for the door. The girls and the booze were forgotten, he and Kevay just needed to get out of here before things got even worse.
The thief had just dashed outside and into the shadows, pressing himself up against the wall in the darkness, when literally a second later a bunch of guards and soldiers came marching up to the tavern. Oh, fuck. Kevay was still in there. Phoenix was torn between rushing back in there and helping out and hunkering down outside in the hope that things would blow over and the cupid would come strolling out of there a few moments later. The latter idea won out, Phoenix crouching in the darkness behind a barrel to wait for Kevay. With his smart mouth and the stunt Phoenix had just pulled, it should be easy for him to act all surprised and betrayed at the actions of his 'business partner', and slip away.
Within the tavern, a noble who had previously been sat at a table by himself, enjoying his drink and the entertainment of watching someone be singled out for inspection by the law, looked up. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of Kevay. Wait, that was -- no, it couldn't be. But his face was unmistakable, nobody looked like that, nobody. Just as the soldiers barrelled inside he rose to his feet, pointing at the cupid. "You!" he growled. "You sneaky, conning bastard. I remember you," he muttered, advancing towards the cupid.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 8, 2010 13:28:56 GMT -5
Kevay‘s plan worked out perfectly. Well, all except for the part that he didn‘t get the chance to follow Phoenix out of the tavern. One moment he was running after the thief and the next his feet weren‘t actually taking him anywhere. Someone had grabbed him by the back of the shirt to prevent him escaping. He could almost reach the door, stretched out his fingertips brushed the door handle. Oh fuck, he should have been stood in front of Phoenix, then they would both have got out of here and they would be running for their lives as fast as their legs would carry them. As it was, Kevay was panicking. He‘d tried running, so he couldn‘t play the innocent card. How could he try and talk his way out of this one when he‘d pretty much already proven that he was guilty.
His heart dropped as he heard the voice to his side, turning to look at the man that was now accusing him of…something. “Sneaky, conning bastard? Now, really. If it‘s not bad enough that I‘m abandoned by my so called business colleague but now you are accusing me of something lowly. Hell! I have no idea what you are even accusing me of!” He exclaimed, attempting to brush off the man that was holding him, but it wasn‘t working. No-one was listening to him now, no-one was believing a word that he was saying. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He needed to think fast, but all his brain kept coming back to was the fact that he was screwed.
In no time there were soldiers and guards bursting into the tavern and, after a short conversation with certain nobles, he was roughly dragged out, surrounded by armed guards so that there was no chance of escape. He still didn‘t know what he was being charged with, but he knew that this wasn‘t good, at all. They‘d have him for assisting a royal kidnapper and sleeping with another man‘s wife and God knew what else. He was doomed, and with how tightly these guards were holding his arms he was going to end up with bruises! Ugh! He wasn‘t dressed for going to prison! [/size][/right]
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