U N D E R G R O U N D - (Thieves Guild RP) -OPEN-

[kilinotfili]

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[deadeye]

--Rune--Tagged: Fabian
''I feel the same. I enjoy my lifestyle the way it is right now and I wouldn't want to change anything, though I can't say I haven't enjoyed my time with fancy gowns and expensive jewellery.'' she responded to the man, seeing in the corner of her eyes the rough contact between the tall man and Avis. There was a shimmer in Avis's eyes, perhaps some kind of reluctance to simply continue without saying or doing anything to the tall figure, and the woman was glad he was continuing despite the urge to punch the man, also taking it as a sign of Fabian's interest in their mission. Rune was still leading through the quiet streets of Carvel, they've passed the main district a couple of minutes ago and it was smooth sailing until they came to their targeted destination. Every now and then a guard would lazily pass next to them without even taking a second look at the duo, but if anyone did, running would be a must if Rune and Avis wanted to get to the required supplies and information for the mission. I mean, they could always use their blades, but it would bring unnecessary wounds, perhaps even victims and they did not need to fight off a hoard of Carvel guards.

~((Just putting this here again, in case Keriae didn't see it c:))~

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ tagged: rune ]

"You'll have the chance to buy a fine gown and matching jewellery, I reckon," Fabian responded slowly, running his tongue over his teeth as he waited for an answer. A small joke, but with the money they would make for themselves, he was sure that, if the woman beside him so wished, she would be able to buy whichever dress she wished. "Just don't ask me to buy one. I can't promise it'll be very flattering!" They turned a corner and they had to be getting nearer to their destination. They had been walking for a while now and half of the night without sleep was starting to drag on his mind. "How far away are we? I don't think I've ever actually travelled this far around Carvel." It was possible he had years ago when he first came, but buildings were knocked down, or burnt down every single day, so he did not recognise any of the buildings.

[-rain-]

Looks; Wears a smoky grey cloak everywhere almost, with tightish black pants and a normal t-shirt usually, with pine green combat boots.
name; Selena "Smoke" Riderson
position; Guild Leader, or thief
height; 5' 10
weight; 137 lbs
Age; 18 (but mature, very mature)
weapon of choice; Mainly any idem to be found at the time but, I have a poison dart gun. The kind we you blow into a tube, then the dart comes out. I keep tons of extra darts in a container, near the inside of my thigh.
identity; "Smoke"
sexuality; Straight
Personality; Smart, kind, loyal, puts others first, naturally a good leader. Also a very good thief, nimble, fast, and clever in a sticky situation.
other; none

[deadeye]

--Rune--Tagged-- Fabian--
''Yes, but I can't find anything in Carvel that I like, unless I want to steal it of course...'' she answered with a quick smirk and continued walking, but still listened to Fabian. ''Oh? You think you couldn't find anything flattering for me?'' she said, a cheeky smile stitched across her face as she glanced at the older man, stepping in front of him as a little girl ran next to her, soon followed by a boy, and it brought a smile to her face. It reminded her of her childhood, when she used to play tag with her brother and laugh, but those times were long gone. Her brother is who knows where, he could even be dead, not that she cared that much. After what happened between them, he could've died the most horrible death imaginable and she wouldn't really care. With a hard shake of her head, the woman snapped out of her thoughts and gave her attention to Avis's words, ''Uh, it shouldn't be far from here, I think.'' she said and looked around, ''Yes, a couple of minutes and we should be there.'' she added a moment later, nodding as she spoke. Since she wasn't born in Carvel, Rune had a bit of trouble navigating through the city, but she managed to adjust over the years, though it still happens to her that she simply forgets where she's supposed to go and gets lost, but hey, it happens, right? Oh and, that won't happen now, no worries. She's pretty sure the house is near.

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ tagged: rune ]

"I don't often look into the attire suited for women," he answered as she stepped in front of his to clear the pathway for a pair of children intent on their game. It was nice to see some innocence in this city: not many people were innocent any more - certainly none in the guild - and the only glimpses he saw of innocence nowadays was of the back of childrens' heads as he slipped past their open doors. To see them awake was strange, but it lightened his heart as they trudged through the squalor. "I'm not required to wear it, you see." Gods above, Avis really didn't want to imagine himself decked out in all those petticoats and frames and then the actual dress and whatever else. To be a woman who went through that process every single day was almost the worst thing he could think of.

Fabian grunted low as the replied to his inquiry but did not say anything. He had come to Carvel many, many years ago and he no longer had to worry about where he was going. He'd not ventured far this way (it wasn't the most profitable place in the city) and as such did not dare to recognise anything. Why a former guard had chosen a place like this for his retirement home wasn't clear, but he supposed it must be clear of trouble. At least they were nearly there: his interest and curiosity was peaking.

[deadeye]

--Rune--Tagged: Fabian--
The woman laughed, ''That would be a sight to see.'' she said, covering her mouth with her hand in hopes of calming her laughter, but the now stuck image of Fabian in her head was priceless. Rune could tell he would not like to be a woman who needed to fiddle with clothing and jewellery, and it was making her smile. She was not the one for it either, but she never hated it that much. The shiny jewels and expensive gowns gave her some kind of... illusion, of a pretty and polished life, which she never really had. Sure, her father was a good and respected politician and her brother was a handsome and well-behaved man who was loved by many, but underneath that shiny surface, her family was actually falling apart. The never ending tension in the house, the poisonous words they would spit at each other in heated arguments, the ignorance they all showed... it simply wasn't working. Suddenly, the woman shook her head; she was not going to continue with thoughts such as this. Too many years have passed and what's in the past should stay there.

She focused her gaze on the street before her, realizing they were there. A house, old and battered was standing in front of them, giving off an uneasy feeling. Rune never really knew or cared why the old man would choose a place like this to be his home, but it did seem off a bit when she thought about it. She walked to the door and knocked. Once, twice. No answer. She tried again a moment later, the same result. Her olive gaze flew to Fabian, a momentary look of confusion showing on her face. ''Um... we should probably try the back door.'' she said and looked around, and once she realized it would be too much trouble to get to the other side, Rune took out a lock pick and leaned against the door, but it simply opened and left the girl on her knees, revealing the mess that was inside. Everything was demolished; the old wooden table was knocked over next to a few broken chairs, the few shelves that were standing in the room now resting on the cold ground with scattered books and papers. But the thing that scared her most? The droplets of blood forming a trail to the next room. The woman stayed on the ground, petrified, with fear clearly shown on her face. ''No..''

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ tagged: rune ]

Immediately, from the moment they arrived and Rune knocked on the door to receive no answer. A close friend would not leave the door when it could easily be opened by anyone. To add to this, the entire street was completely quiet. Even this early in the morning, a street shouldn't be this quiet, this... dead. Especially for a capital city. No, there was something completely wrong about this situation, and it sent a cover shiver creeping slower up his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck to prickle. Fabian didn't like this at all.

Rune picked the lock with efficient movements but the way it swung open left her on her knees. Leaning forwards, he peered over her shoulder and was met with the destruction inside. But if Avis was honest, he'd expect things to be broken, he'd expect to see food on the floor, trodden on and almost flat. Instead, it seemed things were just thrown over. But then he saw the tell-tale signs of blood on the floor and he knew that things were much worse than they seemed. He wasn't sure how Rune felt: this was a close friend of her's, she had to be feeling lost and confused at the least. He felt a little confused, but people were attacked every day. One couldn't afford to mope.

Hesitantly, he reached down and squeezed his hand on her shoulder in what he hoped she would take as a reassuring gesture before stepping past. The dull scraping of metal on metal sounded as he pulled his faithful sword from it's scabbard on his hip and he advanced into the gloom, body set in a clearly cautious manner. Who knew what was in here? There were no candles lit, and he almost tripped over a partially-shattered glass jar on the mucky floor.

[deadeye]

--Rune--Tagged: Fabian--
A squeeze; it seemed to help her come out of the trance, but once Fabian stepped inside, something snapped inside of the woman, and she darted right to his side, ''Don't.'' she whispered as she gripped his wrist tightly, freezing again as the images of blood came back to her mind. She wasn't sure what to do. Everything was so confusing, her mind completely blank and it seemed like a lost cause searching for the old man in a place deserted like this... but he was her friend. There must've been something she could do, no matter how bad the feeling in her stomach was, no matter if she might break if she finds a bloodied corpse of an old friend on the end of the trail. She kept her grip on Avis's wrist, finally deciding to make a step forward, then another one, and another one, until she was right in front of him. Her hand was still holding his wrist, the feeling of warm skin being the only reminder that she's not alone in the dark, and it was comforting her. Rune looked in front of her, ''Some light would help... a candle, yes...'' she said quietly to herself, but it was too dark to see if anything was on the floor. She tried to remember how the room looked like the last time she was there, and she was sure there was always a pair of candles on the old oak table, which was somewhere on her left side. There was no way she was going to search the floor, especially not with all the muck and blood spilled on it. ''Got anything we can light, Avis?'' she asked, wanting to hear someone else's thoughts in a situation like this.

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ tagged: rune ]

He'd hardly moved before there was a sharp grip around his wrist. Rune's hushed words reached his ears and the man consented to follow her simple instruction. She knew this place and he would trust her instincts. Not that she removed herself from his wrist as she edged forwards and peered into the gloom. He could feel and hear the crunch of tiny pieces of glass under his boots as he shifted his weight, ignoring the slight pain from the tightness of her fingers. Rune was obviously shaken but she didn't want to leave, by the looks of it.

Slowly, he moved his hand so that he could replace his sword in the scabbard - she wouldn't let him use it, and he'd rather not risk her wrath - Avis squinted at the floor in an attempt to see anything they could use: candles, fabric, oil, anything. He knew he had a couple of matches in one of his pockets somewhere, and when she asked his hand dove into the leather pockets and pulled out a couple of old matches, unused. "Got matches. Can't see if there's anything we can actually light though. I could use some fabric, some oil and a stick, maybe a broom handle." But how were they supposed to find them without light anyway?