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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Nov 23, 2012 15:19:49 GMT -5
Phoenix had been planning on going right back to sleep once he’d pulled the covers up over his head, busy lying with his eyes closed pretending not to exist. “Mmhm,” he agreed with Kevay about their stuff getting stolen, but he wasn’t really listening at all. That wouldn’t last for long.
“Waugh! What you doing?” He frowned when the cupid lurched out of bed, Phoenix groaning and turning to try and hide his face, and it was nothing to do with the hangover. “You… I… whatever your name is!” He was suddenly aware that he didn’t even know who Kevay was. “Put some clothes on or somethin’, yeah? I don’t need to see that this early in the mornin’. I don’t need to see that at any time of the day.” He peeked out from under the pillow he’d hidden under, scowling as Kevay sat on the edge of the bed.
“You must’a been wearing some pretty fancy clothes,” he reasoned, reluctantly sitting himself up and glancing around. “My stuff…?” He looked at the floor, grinning when he noticed his clothes piled up. “I obviously wasn’t worth stealing from, like I said.” He slipped from the bed and scrambled to pull on his slacks and shirt, buttoning it clumsily and shrugging into his waistcoat. There. His money pouch was gone, but his lock-picks were still safe in his pocket, his letters were still there, and Rory’s ring was…
Wait.
“Where is it?” He blanched suddenly and rummaged in the pockets of his waistcoat, turning them out and dumping the little that he had out on the bed. He swore colourfully when he found no sign of the ring. There was no way he could have lost it, it had been safe in an inside pocket, it had to be there!
“It’s gone.” He rubbed at his eyes. “Damn it.”
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Nov 26, 2012 15:50:36 GMT -5
“I would put some clothes on if I could find some clothes” Kevay grumbled to Phoenix, compromising and wrapping the scratchy blanket from the bed around his waist so he was at least a little more decent. “Oh shut up. You saw it and you loved it, everyone does. Don’t even try to deny it.” He smirked a little as he looked over at Phoenix but a mixture of his hangover and the horror of being robbed blind sapped most of the mischief from him. Not only was he alone with a banging headache but he was butt naked to boot. Today was not going to be a good day.
“Of course I was wearing fancy stuff. I always wear fancy stuff. The none fancy stuff has no business being on my body. I’m too beautiful for nasty cheap clothes.” Kevay insisted, though it was all pretty rich coming from a man with no money and not a stitch of clothing to his name. Still, he looked pretty jealous as Phoenix went over to his little pile of belongings and actually had clothes to put on. Walking around wearing a blanket could be a disadvantage.
He frowned as Phoenix’s panic suddenly spiked through the room, tilting his head as he watched him. “They’ve stolen it.” He told him bluntly. He had no idea what he was looking for, but it wasn’t difficult to work out what had happened to it. “It must not have been as safe as you thought. Stupid trollops have taken everything. You’re never seeing that again.” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Nov 27, 2012 9:59:58 GMT -5
Kevay's words were a dull hum in the back of Phoenix's mind. Had he not been searching so fervently for the engagement ring, he'd have probably replied with some sort of quip or banter. He didn't remember much from the night before, but he got the impression that Kevay must have been pretty good to talk to, else Phoenix wouldn't have stuck around him so long. (That, of course, was a total lie; drunk Phoenix had stuck around Kevay because he'd provided him with more booze. That he happened to be pretty good company was entirely coincidental).
The thief sagged back down onto the bed and put his head in his hands, in vain trying to remember if perhaps he had just dropped the ring downstairs or something similar. It couldn't have been stolen. No way. That was just...
He groaned to himself in dismay, pulling his face from his hands and releasing a deep sigh. Even hungover to hell and back and feeling very much worse for wear, with no money and even less sense, the look of determination in his eyes was unmistakeable.
"I'll be seeing it again just as soon as I figure out where the filthy harlots got to," he muttered in a voice that was uncharacteristically cold. "I have to find that ring." He got to his feet and pulled on his boots - there was a hole in one and the other was just as frayed and battered as ever. "Sorry, 'bout your clothes."
He dragged together everything the thieving whores had left him and headed straight to the door, already mumbling a distracted apology. Phoenix had already lost everything; some bitch stealing the only piece of Rory he had left was guaranteed to push him over the edge.
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Nov 29, 2012 15:11:42 GMT -5
“Where they went? You want to find them?” Kevay’s eyes widened a little as he realised what Phoenix was planning, shaking his head automatically. “You can’t just go charging out there looking for them. This ring can’t be worth all that bother.” The blanket was wrapped around his waist as he rose to his feet to spare Phoenix another mental scar, the cupid padding over to rest his hand on his new friend’s shoulder. “Stomping about out there in a rage looking for them won’t get you anywhere. Those women will be long gone, and if we find them they’ll probably be part of some gang which will try to stab us to death.” He warned; though he got the feeling that there would be no talking him out of this. The feelings rolling off the thief were too strong for talking him around to be an option.
Kevay sighed heavily after a long pause, shoving his hair back from his face. “I could go with you. I’m persuasive…” He mumbled, though he sounded unsure. “As long as it’s not too dangerous. I really could do with getting my clothes and my money back. I might be able to rock this bed sheet but I really don’t think it’s all that appropriate.” He smiled a little, obviously trying to cheer Phoenix up. “We can start by asking the barmaid who they were.” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 2, 2012 12:12:41 GMT -5
“Want has nothin’ to do with it,” Phoenix told Kevay firmly, “I’m going to find them.” He glanced across at the other man, releasing a mirthless laugh. “This ring is prob’ly worth more than I’ll ever earn in my life. S’not its worth that I care about though. It means a lot to me…” He rubbed at his forehead, closing his eyes as Kevay continued to speak, trying to ignore how damn logical he sounded, and how much truth rang in his words. “I still have to go,” he insisted, just like the cupid had expected.
Phoenix was visibly surprised, however, when his new friend offered to go with him. “I dunno how dangerous it’s gonna be. You’re the one who said they’ll prob’ly be part of a gang that’ll try and stab us to death,” he said, brushing his hair back out of his face. “We should find you some substitute clothes before we go and find your old ones… it’s not appropriate or practical,” he pointed out, smiling back at Kevay, though it was all at face value. Phoenix was still panicking inside. “I’ll go find you some, then we can play twenty questions with the barmaid.”
Nodding, the thief slipped out of the room without another word, clicking the door shut behind him. He was only gone a few minutes at the most, a pile of clothes under one arm as he slipped back inside, a little out of breath. “Wish I could say that was the first time I’ve nicked clothes from a washing line. Dunno if they’ll fit, but it’s better’n nothing, right?” He threw the clothes to Kevay. “What’s your name anyways?”
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 2, 2012 13:17:57 GMT -5
“Barmaid is probably in on it.” Kevay mumbled, shuffling back to the bed to sit on the edge of it and wait for Phoenix to come back. He arched an eyebrow as he burst through the door again so quickly, looking at the pile of clothes in his arms dubiously. Stolen clothes which might not even fit; how had he sunk so low? He rose to his feet and shuffle over to Phoenix, picking up the shirt between his thumb and forefinger like he expected it to infect him with its poor.
“Stars above.” He muttered to himself as he examined the garment, pulling a face. “The things I have to do. Let’s find these harlots quickly, yeah? I don’t want many people seeing me in these clothes.” He sighed heavily and took them all from Phoenix, padding off to go and get dressed. Ill-fitting was a mild way of putting it. The trousers were too short, ending half way down his calves, and the shirt was huge, hanging down to his knees. Kevay was not impressed, looking uncomfortable in his new outfit. The situations he got himself into.
“I’m Kevay.” He introduced himself. “And I can’t wear these clothes for long. What’s your name? We should get going now before I get eaten to death by the fleas…” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 3, 2012 14:48:11 GMT -5
Phoenix arched an eyebrow at how unimpressed Kevay looked with the state of the clothes he had brought him. “If you’re too good for ‘em I can go and put ‘em back where I found ‘em,” he told him bluntly. “Then I can watch you try and get clothes of your own dressed in that ravishing blanket.” He folded his arms and leant back against the door, smirking as Kevay wandered off to dress himself. “And if the barmaid is in on it, she’s gonna see a side of me she won’t like,” he said softly.
Kevay returned and suddenly Phoenix could hardly contain his laughter. He almost took back what he’d said about the cupid finding his own clothes – almost. “Oh GODS you look stupid!” He blurted, almost doubled over laughing. “Nice to meet’cha, Kevay. You’re looking rather fetching, I gotta say.” Straightening up, the thief couldn’t wipe the smile off his face; at least he’d forgotten about how angry he was about the theft of Rory’s engagement ring.
“Phoenix,” he introduced himself as he padded out of the door. “And you’ll get used to the fleas, I’m sure,” he told him, sweeping downstairs and wrinkling his nose at the stink of the place. Had they really been drinking here? Phoenix approached the bar to have a few quiet words with the barmaid, who looked as if she had seen this a hundred times before. He returned to Kevay a moment later, relieved and eager to leave.
“She said they’ll be on the next ship out to Hagakarin, but that doesn’t leave until sundown. We got until then to find ‘em. Where’d you reckon we should start?”
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 7, 2012 15:44:05 GMT -5
Kevay folded his arms over his chest and pouted across at Phoenix giving him his best unimpressed look. This was not the time for joking about his dreadful attire. “Yes well, the thief who stole my clothes doesn’t have a stitch of fashion sense, so what can you expect?” He grumbled, plucking at his shirt and wrinkling his nose up in disgust. Going out in public wearing this? Phoenix was obviously punishing him for last night. Next time he wouldn’t help his friend get laid; he could find his own partners.
Reluctantly Kevay shuffled out of the room, trying his upmost to be inconspicuous but he didn’t think it was working; even in rags it was impossible for him to just blend into the background. He lurked back from the bar as Phoenix spoke with the barmaid, glancing up as he returned with the information they needed.
“If they’re getting a ship we should start at the port.” He reasoned, glancing off out of the door. “Maybe someone around there has seen them, or we can catch them on their way to the ship. Either way, the harbour is the place to go.” He nodded before turning to head for the door, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that Phoenix was following. Kevay wasn’t a brave man; he wasn’t going off hunting these female thieves all on his own. Plus, he had no idea which way the port was. [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 9, 2012 17:31:29 GMT -5
“The thief who stole your attire doesn’t need any fashion sense, because he’s a real man,” Phoenix told Kevay haughtily and shook his head, looking mildly amused as he followed him out of the door. “To the harbour,” he agreed, thinking to himself. “Now, if I were a lying, thieving whore, where would I go until my ship left at sundown tonight?” He asked aloud, before chuckling at the irony. “Another pub, of course.”
The day was breezy and the sun kept peeking out through a layer of clouds, but that didn’t mean that Phoenix felt particularly cheerful as they swept down towards the harbour. It was a port town, so everywhere they walked it stank of fish, and the light hurt his poor hungover head. By the time they reached the waterfront Phoenix was ready to abandon the search for the engagement ring and go hide in a dark corner until he felt better, but unfortunately, being broke, that wouldn’t really be possible. He sighed deeply and rubbed at his forehead, swearing as he glanced around. “You see any sign of ‘em?”
A few hours later and it was evident that Phoenix, while he had had no luck in finding the dirty sluts that had robbed them blind, he had at least found a bar. Well, he’d already established that this is where they’d be knocking around, and with any luck they’d stumble into them without any effort on their part whatsoever.
Phoenix was not exactly sober, but he wasn’t blitzed either. (Flirting with a barmaid had its perks). He was, however, upset. “They’re not heeeeeeeeere.”
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 10, 2012 13:13:41 GMT -5
Another day another bar. Kevay was sure that the fish stink had seeped into his every pore now and that was why it was following him around, his stomach still doing backflips if he dared to breathe in too deeply. Not breathing through his nose didn’t help either; he could actually taste the fish in the air. This was why he physically needed the booze, it washed away the taste. Sure, the cheap plonk Phoenix had flirted out of the barmaid tasted like it was burning his taste buds on contact, but it was doing the job. He could honestly say that he’d rather lose his sense of taste all together than live for one minute longer feeling like he’d been forced to lick a slimy fish.
“If I were them I’d not be here either.” He grumbled into his grubby tumbler, rubbing at his forehead. “They got money from me. If I were them I’d not come back to a nasty dive like this. I’d be living it up somewhere, eating expensive chocolates and being obnoxiously rich.” Alright, so they’d not stolen quite that much money from him, but Kevay was in a melodramatic mood. They would be able to live comfortably for a while on his little stash of cash though, and he begrudged them every stolen comfort.
He shivered as the door opened and a bitter wind blew into the little waterfront bar, a pair of women sauntering in like they owned the place. Kevay’s jaw practically dropped, the cupid nudging his friend, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible as the pair of harlots moved to the bar. “They just walked in…” [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 12, 2012 15:54:30 GMT -5
Phoenix arched an eyebrow across at Kevay, as if to ask what the hell he was doing in a sleazy bar in Ecritetre if he usually had enough money to go around being obnoxiously rich, the thief scoffing and looking amused. He would get used to Kevay’s melodrama, he told himself, having already decided that they were united in their hatred of filthy, money grabbing harlots. He shuddered as the wind cut into him, grumbling to himself and knocking back the rest of his drink. The booze already burned, but he almost choked when he got nudged.
Spluttering, he had to try not to turn around and smack Kevay, and the only thing that kept the cupid’s teeth in was the fact that Phoenix had spotted the reason for his getting shoved about. “Oh…” He croaked, blinking at the women and thinking for a moment, before red flushed his cheeks. He went from zero to furious in just two seconds.
Rising to his feet, Phoenix sidled up to the bar where the women were, plastering a smile on his face. “Hi,” he greeted in a quiet voice, wondering if they’d even remember him. They’d better, he thought, because there was no way he was leaving without what he’d come for. “I think you might have something that belongs to me. Not to mention a friend’s clothes. Be dears, would you, and give it all back?” He narrowed his eyes.
One of the women looked a touch nervous by his sudden appearance, but she hid it behind a fake smile of her own. “Sorry, sweetheart. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 16, 2012 6:51:32 GMT -5
Phoenix was zero to furious in two seconds and Kevay suddenly decided that this was going to be way too much trouble for some clothes, a coin purse and some trinket from the thief’s lost love. Love was fickle, Phoenix would find someone else, not to mention that Kevay was a complete coward. A combination of the idea of confrontation and the cheap booze made his stomach do somersaults. Still, he didn’t have time to stop Phoenix from getting up and going over there, so it was too late to go back. “Buck up and grow a pair.” He muttered to himself, taking a deep breath before he rose to his feet and followed Phoenix across the room.
The red haired woman arched an eyebrow as she realised who had joined them at the bar, taking in involuntary step back away from them just to be on the safe side. “I’m pretty sure that you fine gentlemen have nothing that we would want.” She gave them a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile of her own, though there was a tell-tale hint of amusement in her eyes as she looked Kevay over. [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 16, 2012 16:13:37 GMT -5
“Well that’s good,” Phoenix said to the whores, his anger very clumsily hidden beneath a fake smile and an attempt at a calm tone of voice. “Because I don’t have any intention of giving you anything else. You already made off with almost all of it.” He narrowed his eyes, the brunette taking a further step back and looking pretty close to running. Phoenix was clutching the side of the bar so tightly that his knuckles were white, and he barely noticed Kevay sweeping up beside him. The thief didn’t lose his temper often, but the theft of Rory’s engagement ring on top of everything was a little more than he could take.
“I’m gonna give you two options,” he said bluntly, the threat barely contained in his voice. “You give back what you stole and I’ll not knock you from here to the next city. Yeah?” He may have been pushing it a little, threatening a woman, but this was the last piece of his Princess that he had left. He had no choice.
The brunette looked even more nervous now, glancing to her friend. “Maybe we should just give it back,” she mumbled.
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Post by Kevay Taylor on Dec 18, 2012 12:53:22 GMT -5
The anger rolled off Phoenix in waves which you could almost see curling around him. Even Kevay wanted to cringe away from him to avoid his wrath, but he was pretty sure that there would be more wrath directed his way if he fled and left Phoenix to deal with this alone. They always said that red heads were fiery; Kevay guessed that he was seeing the truth behind that urban myth right now.
The other woman looked as unsure as her friend after Phoenix’s threat, glancing to her companion. “They won’t get near us before someone stops them.” She murmured, though she didn’t sound too sure of that. There was just something about Phoenix which made her believe that he really would kick them up and down the harbour until he got what he wanted.
“We already sold everything.” She lied, trying to dodge out of the situation that way. “And the money has already been spent. We have nothing to give you so you might as well be on your way.” She nodded , folding her arms over her chest. The clothes had been cold, but the money pouch and the ring were stashed away safely in her corsets. He didn’t need to know that did they? [/size][/font][/right]
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Post by Phoenix Garcia on Dec 19, 2012 11:24:36 GMT -5
Phoenix was so surprised at the whore’s idiocy that he actually barked out a laugh, though it was cut off by his fist slamming into the bar. His jaw was clenched at he glanced back up at her, a dark look on his face. People were turning in their seats now, and even the barmaid looked worried. “Your friend just dropped you in it. Why are you still trying to lie?” He growled. The brunette had had enough. She was gone. She'd suggested they give everything back, to no avail, and she was not playing any part in this. “You’re on your own,” she told her partner in crime, before fleeing for the door. Phoenix would have gone after her, but by now he was pretty convinced that she had nothing of value.
“I am only going to ask you one more time,” he said quietly. “Give me back what you stole. Now. It would be much easier to search a corpse, so you should be damn grateful that I’m bein’ so courteous as to ask you again.” He leaned closer, utterly oblivious to Kevay’s presence now. “Nobody will miss a whore. They’ll not even care that you’re gone.”
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