PLEASE LOCK

[Durnehviir]

Shade \\ F \\ 23 \\ Dark elf \\ Tags: Linneic
Shade nodded and stood up and walked over to the pile of clothes that were unfolded. {"It will get easier with time Linneic."} The elf said throUgh her mind before walking back over to the male and handing him his clothes. A small smile was on her face before she backed up and turned around so he could get dressed. {"You ran out of here after you shifted then started attacking some guards. I don't think anyone was killed but there were a few that were seriously injured. It'd be best if you don't shift while in a city; especially becuase no one takes too kindly to werewolves roaming the city."} Shade spoke through her mind to the Nord, by a soft chuckle came from her mouth as she finished speaking.

Lmao! Ikr. ))

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Calm/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Raavi snorted in laughter at Conavin's replies, putting her hand on her mouth as she snickered. "I'll look for your passed- out body near the Bee and Barb when morning strikes. If you're not there, I'll just look around town and the outskirts of the city. Okay?" The Nightingale suggested, Slick no where in sight. She wondered where the man had gone.
(Sorry for the short reply, I'm out of ideas at the moment. ^^;)

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Riften
With: Raavi

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Conavin smiled when Raavi snickered at his joke. For a moment his brain faltered and he started to stammer and fidget, realizing he liked making Raavi happy. "A-alright. See you later, assuming Vex doesn't kill you." he said with a good humored smile, trying to cover his stumble. He was defiantly going to the Bee and Barb later.

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Calm/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Raavi barely noticed his slip up, too busy laughing to acknowledge in her head that Conavin was coming out of his shell more. However, she did hear his small stutter when he spoke, which confused her a little bit. Conavin seemed so composed and emotionless, was there a chance that Raavi was rubbing off of him? No, that's foolish. It wouldn't be ME that would make him more happy, surely. He's way too cool to be affected by my personality, haha!! She thought, nodding to the males words and waving him goodbye. However, I still enjoy making him laugh. Maybe, just maybe, I'm helping him fit into Riften. Possibly, I'm helping him feel more comfortable with the guild. By the Nine, I hope I am. she wondered wistfully, smiling softly to the man. "I'll see you later, Conavin." she added with her wave, keeping her small grin.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Riften
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"See ya!" Conavin waved back to Raavi as he turned away and walked back into the bar, ignoring the few stares he got. He walked to the end and pushed open a door, gagging at the smell. He could manage the sewers, but whatever he could smell was much worse then sewage. He sighed and stepped into the dim room, too lazy to go back and climb up a ladder. He walked up some steps and froze when he saw someone reading a book that defiantly wasn't part of the Thieves Guild. He turned around to head back into the Ragged Flagon when he heard the sound of someone drawing a arrow. "Oh look who we have here...Drop your weapons, boy and maybe I won't kill you." said a rough voice. Conavin turned around and smiled, a playful look in his eyes. "We? I don't see anyone here. Well, aside from that dead skeever." he said, unable to withhold his sarcasm. The bandit didn't seem to like his joke, since he promptly released the arrow that quickly dug itself into Conavin's shoulder. He gritted his teeth and lunged towards the bandit, freezing when he saw that the bandit had another arrow nocked. Brueric looked around, trying to gauge if he could run back into the room before he ended up with an arrow to the head. He figured it was unlikely, so he begrudgingly let the sword disappear and moved his hands above his head in surrender. "Fine. You piece of...I mean wonderful man with the most beautiful face I've ever seen!" he said, eyeing the arrow that was aimed towards his face. The bandit smiled, showing off some very yellow teeth, and made Conavin walk over to a wall, then shackled him. "Uhhh...How the hell long are you going to keep me locked up here?" he asked, watching as the bandit walked back over to the book on the table and began to read it.
Brueric figured he wasn't going to get an answer.

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Curious, Confused./ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Raai found herself going back to the Ragged Flaggon once more, sitting down and buying a drink. As she mused over her beverage, she couldn't help but wonderful how her new friend, Convain, was. He seems to be really lightening up, honestly. Is it REALLY me who's making him relax? Wow, that would be fantastic. I wonder how he is? Raavi was incredibly bored, and had literally nothing to do. With a small chuckle, she decided to follow Conavin and buy him a drink at the Bee and Barb. I"m sure he'd enjoy the company! Kinair decided, getting up and heading over to the door. She had never went into the Ratway before; Brynjolf had only told her about the Tombstone secret entrance. However, despite this, she still knew the ways around it. As she opened the door, there wasn't anyone in sight.
However, Raavi felt a twinge of something in her chest, as if something was off. Following her instincts, she walked down deeper into the Ratway, wondering if Conavin had taken a wrong turn.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Riften
With: Raavi the savior

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Conavin looked blankly at the dead skeever, wondering how long it had been there. "Hey, Bandi! Bandi! You mind if I call you Bandi? Anyway, how long do you plan on keeping me here, Bandi?" "Shut up before I chop your head off." "Friendly. Oh, I'll call you Bandi the friendly bandit." Brueric said, trying to amuse himself. 'Bandi' seemed unamused and walked over to Brueric, punched him in the face, then walked back to the book. Conavin went silent and looked around the room, wishing Raavi was there so it wasn't so quiet. He would've slapped himself for even thinking of that since he was a cold, broody loner who had no emotions, but he was shackled to a wall so he just had to mentally slap himself.

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Angry. So angry./ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Raavi followed the loud voices in the next rooms before, crouching on the floor to stay undetected. One voice was Conavin's, who seemed happy and playful. But, the other one...the other one was cold and impatient, with agitation in the unknown persons tone. Peeking over the corner, she saw Conavin and the bandit. She stayed in the corner, her chest firing up with anger. How....DARE someone do this to my friend! I'm going to strangle them so mercilessly their neck will fall off! her dark blue eyes were sparkling with a enraged aura, the torchlight amplifying her very apparent emotions. Her hair standing on end, she lied down on the floor, taking out her Nightingale bow and drawing it back. She began aiming for the bandits head, a soft hiss escaping her snarling lips.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
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Location: Riften
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Conavin could've sworn he heard a cat hiss, but figured he was just desperate to hear anything. "So, Bandi- In the name of the Twelve Divines, alright I'll shut up!" he said quickly as Bandi drew his bow back at aimed it at Conavin. "I'll shut up!" he repeated, wishing that he could summon a Atronach. Bandi grunted and tossed the bow away, unaware that was a move that would end up being the death of him.

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Enraged/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin

Ravvi smiled madly as the Bandit threw away his only weapon, her string still drawn back. She had her bow aimed for the bandits head; exactly in the middle. Raising her bow just a little upwards, slitting her eyes, she let the ebony bow fly; watching it as it sung through the air. Kinair licked her lips in anticipation, hoping that she had aimed well enough. The Nightingale sat up and drew her two ebony daggers; just in case the bandit needed to be finished off. She waited patiently for the arrow to hit, knowing it would only be a matter of seconds before her enemy was very badly wounded.