WHO: Two Geckos + an assortment of guest stars WHAT: Summary of content WHEN: Late Bloomingtide WHERE: The Gallows, misc. Kirkwall haunts. NOTES: Will update as needed.
Richard wouldn't be much of a thief if he didn't know how to watch his back. He shouldn't have to, though, because who would take a look at the image he'd been projecting and pick him for a target? He chews it over, a while, as he turns this street and that. He doesn't know this city, can't lead his tail to a dead end he'd know how to get out of, and the motive continues to elude him.
Which is why it's a long, empty alley that he stops in, finally. Halfway down, turning on his heel, something judgemental in the pinch of his expression.
"Either you've got a shitty eye for marks, or you're after more than a wallet."
Do they have wallets here? Probably not. The fact remained that any pickpocket worth their salt would know how to look for an easy grab, and Richard was not it. Which could mean he was about to get jumped, but he doesn't seem all too concerned about that possibility.
The old woman makes it a few steps into the mouth of the alley when her target rounds on her. She freezes, her walking stick making a final and definitive tap on the cobblestones of the street.
Then her shoulders straighten and the years melt off of her and her face lifts and--still shaded by the cavern of her hood, but now obviously not old at all--she smiles. Her teeth are not great but she flashes them anyways.
"You are that? A Wallet? A funny title, I have never heard it before. I am not after you."
To a certain extent, Richard is used to being misunderstood. Here, at least, they had a valid reason. He still looks incredibly irritated at her thinking wallet is a title (and not at all surprised at the change in her appearance).
"Coinpurse. Money," offered, somewhat patronisingly, as clarification. "But don't let me keep you, if you were just heading this way."
He steps to one side, gesturing down the alley for her to move on past, if that's really what she was here to be doing.
The word has a warm glow to it. Doki is dragging her feet. She drags to a stop some steps too soon, not yet to the part where she is moving on past. Now they are close enough to see each other's eyes. Hers flick down, taking him in--then crinkle, amused.
"You do not have any, being new in town. This is what I think. This is good. Because--you know?--you are in Darktown? You were meaning to be coming here?"
There's no denying that it stings his pride a little, not having any money. But it wouldn't be the first time, and he and Seth will find some way to rectify the situation soon enough. Really, the most important thing she's said is new in town, because as much as he was okay with that being noticeable, he's aware that the extent of newness could be a vulnerability. The green light in his palm wasn't something to go flashing around.
Not that any of that concern shows. His chin tips up, cocky, expression smoothing incredulous and unimpressed.
"Why, are you looking for lost little lambs to rescue?"
She hefts her walking stick. It looked too heavy for her before, dragged along the ground. Now it is easily lifted.
"I have a crook." So. The stick makes an audible tock as she drops her arm again. "There is nothing to be rescuing you from now. But as they say: you are in Darktown, you only have to wait for a minute to be needing rescue."
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Which is why it's a long, empty alley that he stops in, finally. Halfway down, turning on his heel, something judgemental in the pinch of his expression.
"Either you've got a shitty eye for marks, or you're after more than a wallet."
Do they have wallets here? Probably not. The fact remained that any pickpocket worth their salt would know how to look for an easy grab, and Richard was not it. Which could mean he was about to get jumped, but he doesn't seem all too concerned about that possibility.
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Then her shoulders straighten and the years melt off of her and her face lifts and--still shaded by the cavern of her hood, but now obviously not old at all--she smiles. Her teeth are not great but she flashes them anyways.
"You are that? A Wallet? A funny title, I have never heard it before. I am not after you."
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"Coinpurse. Money," offered, somewhat patronisingly, as clarification. "But don't let me keep you, if you were just heading this way."
He steps to one side, gesturing down the alley for her to move on past, if that's really what she was here to be doing.
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The word has a warm glow to it. Doki is dragging her feet. She drags to a stop some steps too soon, not yet to the part where she is moving on past. Now they are close enough to see each other's eyes. Hers flick down, taking him in--then crinkle, amused.
"You do not have any, being new in town. This is what I think. This is good. Because--you know?--you are in Darktown? You were meaning to be coming here?"
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Not that any of that concern shows. His chin tips up, cocky, expression smoothing incredulous and unimpressed.
"Why, are you looking for lost little lambs to rescue?"
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"I have a crook." So. The stick makes an audible tock as she drops her arm again. "There is nothing to be rescuing you from now. But as they say: you are in Darktown, you only have to wait for a minute to be needing rescue."
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"Maybe I'm here looking for lost little lambs." Implied: not to rescue.
It's not far from the truth, except he's after the wolves. And she's just confirmed this was exactly the right part of town to be looking for them.