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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 16, 2016 22:13:17 GMT -6
There are strangers here, in Sterling. Not entirely unusual but suspicion has your eye on them. Suddenly, your suspicion has turned to reality as they swipe something before your eyes. What are you waiting for? You can’t let them get away!
Event Journal//
Premise Journal//
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Post by meetinggemini on Jan 18, 2016 11:52:00 GMT -6
Jonah
A thick mist filled the air as the two thieves wandered through the slick paths along the sides of Sterling. Sunlight from the opening in the cavern above cast a rather off colored glow as it shown on everything. An unsettling feeling coursed through her as the familiarity came rushing back. Though Jonah doubted anyone would recognize nor remember her, but thats also the problem isn't it? Being noticed as someone who doesn't belong so early on in their raid would rupture their plans. The loud noise of the rushing water made it hard to hear Velox next to her, trying to drown it out, she'd glance over to him and then the rest of their surroudnings as they made their way lower.
"I used to live here you know." She mentioned as they walked, though not entirely proud of her past, in this circumstance her knowledge of the place helped.
The lower ring of Sterling was full of life, as equine moved along its cobblestone streets unware of their presence. Many stores lined the outerrim of the city, but they were headed to the main market, lying in the center. Trading of raw and cut gemstones, jewlery, and several other things of value. Really Jonah would much rather aquire a set or two of scrolls, though they weren't in the proper location for such. Sterling was, as of right now, the easiest to squeeze themselves into without setting off any alarm or catch the eye of any guard.
"Anything in particular that you're after?" She asked her partner as they looked at the goods that sat on the shelves of small outershops.
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Post by meetinggemini on Jan 18, 2016 11:54:30 GMT -6
Checkpoint 1 // It is temptation and greed that draws us to do many things, but none more so than that which we can not have. The vagabond thieves have long dreamed of acquiring the precious goods of Sirith but many past attempts have failed due to Breim’s tight knit security. But recent events have kinked the herds impenetrable armor, chaos and fear turning Breimian’s against one another as questions remain unanswered. Now is the time for the thieves to strike and the city beneath the waterfall is the perfect target. Sterling will never know what hit them. |
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 18, 2016 12:52:33 GMT -6
Amity | Maker | Breim
The New Years festivities from a couple weeks prior kept floating through Amity's mind as she made her way down from her home in the great waterfall and into the bustling streets of Sterling. Like many of the houses in the forward thinking city, the chimeric mare had indeed thrown a wild party along with the herd-wide celebrations. She had been living off the extra supplies from that event for two weeks, since she always bought more than what was necessary. It was better to have too much of something rather than have too little and disappoint someone who didn't get any, right? But now she needed to run to the market to purchase more necessities like food and herbs. After a few minutes, her small hooves touched the stone of the streets and instantly she was swept up into the crowd of the center marketplace. Navigating through this mass was sometimes rather difficult, especially if you accidentally bump into someone who's not having one of their best days. But this day seemed to be...different from most days. Everyone wasn't grinning and happily calling out their wares like they would on a good day, and no one was nipping at each other in the street for bumping into each other, or arguing over the prices of items like Amity would see on a bad day. People were quiet, relatively speaking. Guarded in what they let come out of their mouth. And as she gazed into their faces momentarily as she passed by, she could see a haunting uneasiness there. Some even looked scared. But whether they were uneasy, scared or indifferent, everyone was off. And Amity knew why. The mystery of King Isamu's disappearance and his young son's ascension to the throne had rippled out into the city bathed in sunlight. Amity too felt rather uneasy about the whole ordeal. Occasionally someone would disappear into the labyrinth of tunnels and pathways down into the earth, but King Isamu wouldn't be that foolish. He knew he had his people to watch over. Which lead her to wonder...what had happened to him? And why has his son been so silent? Surely if anyone knew what happened it would be him. But King Hajime had elected to say nothing. Amity shook her head to clear it. In time things must come into the light, she just had to be patient. Or make a trip to Nariah and pick through their thoughts. Ok maybe not the second one, that was just rude and disrespectful to the King. By now the small mare was around the outskirts of the marketplace, her sack filled with the food she needed. But as her thoughts drifted, her hooves took her closer to the edges of the marketplace. Oh well, she thought, I could use the exercise anyway. Plus there are some interesting things out here that others have added since last I visited. And for awhile she browsed there, picking up and admiring objects that lesser known Makers, Echoes, and merchants from the outside were selling.
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Jan 18, 2016 20:56:04 GMT -6
VELOX
His eyes flitted across their surroundings, cautious and calculating as he took in the marketplace. The sound of a hundred hooves danced across the intricate walkways, the rush of falling water barely muffling the sharp clicks and clacks that vibrated on the ground. He was never a fan of tunnels, the thought of purposefully burying yourself underground was one that did not appeal to him. Jonah, on the other hand, seemed far more at peace as she strode alongside the rocky outcrop. “I used to live here you know.” her voice was soft in comparison to the noise that surrounded them, an echo of unease barely noticeable in the shape of her words. A single raise of his brow was his only answer to this comment, that explains her comfort level I suppose; he made no other attempts at a reply, the allure of their next job a far more interesting topic in his mind. Still, he made note of this - there was no doubt that this could be a fair advantage on their part. However, her next question caught his attention much quicker. What am I looking for?? he whispered to himself, a shadow of an answer began to form before being whisked away again. He liked to think of himself as refined, and art had always appealed to him-it was just a matter of finding the right piece, worth the right amount. “Your heart,” He replied instead, his lips quirking into a small half-smile; his tone flat, if not for the note of sarcastic longing. “And you?”words: 261 post (1) Queerly edit: Oh my GOD, Velox. |
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Post by Darkrise on Jan 19, 2016 12:16:57 GMT -6
The festivities for the New Sun celebration had certainly lasted long and Rouchue was not one to miss the more rowdy parties and the loud merriments however he always tended to avoid anything too close to the inner city where his parents lived. He had not seen them since leaving and the fact that neither had come to find him suggested that they still blamed him for the death of his dear sister hence he preferred to keep away from any uncomfortable meetings. The cloaked stallion had tried hard not to put a dampener on his friend’s revels and he might perhaps have over compensated considering some of the parties had lasted all night or until the all the goers had past out. However despite the annual partying there was an underlying feeling of angst and unease that ate away at the Breimian’s happiness.
Rouchue had decided to take a day to visit the elaborate and brightly adorned markets, perhaps stake out the competition for his new market stall. The artist smirked at that thought. The hustle and bustle of the street market was a familiar sight and brought comfort to the stallion as he pushed his way through the crowds admiring the colourful fabrics and unique crafts. As a creative artist himself Rouchue was proud to belong to the herd with the best goods in the whole land and he was even more proud to contribute to that with his painting and drawing skills. The over confident stallion was perhaps a little too proud. Raising his slender head he looked over the crowds, trying hard to spot someone he might know.
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Post by meetinggemini on Jan 19, 2016 20:39:11 GMT -6
Jonah
Eyeing several lovely strands of gold and gem encrusted jewelry pieces, she kept the shop in mind as they pressed on. As the tall stallions words rang in her ears, she laughed at the thought 'as if anyone would want such a thing from me.' She gave him a shove with her shoulder as she heard him question her back about what she hoped to commandeer. Finding this to be an opportunity to make such a remark back, she took it quickly.
"Ha well, I would say the same. But I'm no fool and I do believe your heart is something I could not obtain." Jonah said back, more so as a joke though her tone said otherwise. "That being said, perhaps there's something pretty in gold down here in this hole that could catch my eye." She added as they came up to the front of the inner main market space. Several shops and stands lined the streets, side by side and jam packed with goods that surely couldn't be missed if they happened to disappear.
"Do you find it easier if we split, or shall we quickly get what we came for together?" A smirk crossed her lips as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Jan 20, 2016 13:08:01 GMT -6
VELOX
Local art and over-stuffed wallets caught his attention with every step, and he found himself struggling to resist the temptation of picking up some extra crystals. It would be so easy to make a lift in these crowds, and yet, based on the minuscule chance that he would be caught, he refrained. Besides, he reassured himself, once we find something worthwhile, this will seem like pocket change in comparison. Which it was, essentially. His attention snapped back to Jonah as she knocked into his shoulder, and Velox grinned as he watched the bay mare laugh from the corner of his eye.
"Haven't you heard?" He asked suddenly, his face set in stone. "My heart is made of gold. And," he began, letting his lingering lips brush the tips of her ear, "I've heard that you're quite the thief." The words came out softly, barely even a whisper before he stood up straight once more. His head mimicked her own as they both glanced around the marketplace; a giddy and child-like excitement was growing in his gut, showing only through the devious glint in his eyes. "Let's split," he decided leaning down towards her again, his gaze still lingering on the crowds, "We'll meet up here in an hour after we've scoped out the area, and picked up some little... treats." At that he looked down towards her, a boyish smirk fixed on his face as he melded into the sprawling metropolis. words: 245 post: (2) OOC: I POSTED OUT OF ORDER I APOLOGIZE |
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Post by meepmeepmelee on Jan 20, 2016 13:55:26 GMT -6
Lynx | Tie | Breim
A full ten minutes the bright mare had not moved and stood in the midst of the crowd like a lifeless - granted, not just worth seeing - stature, so awful tense as it seemed, with rearward-facing ears and flared nostrils. Only a soft snort showed that life still stuck in the poor thing.
The sooner I move my hooves, the quicker I'm back home. So, come on now girl..., thought the pony and sat in motion like a newborn foal - slowly and step by step.
"That works quite well..." murmured it reassuringly to itself, trying to ignore the glances, that turn here and there towards this strange animal - as much as possible. And which only were the reason that it fall into a kind of shock upon its arrival.
Around twenty laborious steps later, Lynx - so the name of the Breiman - was already a bit more relaxed and even managed to smile a little. After all, she had an important task on which she was focused now. So she snapped after a long, long list, that was hidden under her cloak, trying to decrypt what her client had written on.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 21, 2016 21:21:51 GMT -6
Amity｜Maker｜Breim
With all the horses crowing around her, Amity was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable. Not only was the atmosphere something to be weary of, but there were so many unfamiliar faces among the herd. Likely stragglers from the New Years celebration like there were every year but coupled with the atmosphere...it was just too much, even for the forward thinking, friendly chimeric mare. As her hooves carried her knowingly through the familiar paths between merchant tables, her crimson eyes longed to find a familiar face. Sharp ears swiveling in an attempt to pick out a familiar voice in the business of Sterling, she began her search. Luckily for her, it didn't take long for no one other than a fellow Maker to reach her view. No one could miss him, him with his oddly angled horn and skull acessory. Amity always admired Rouchue and his paintings and had met him once before, but never really got to know him all that well. Well Amity, there's a first time for everything. she thought to herself before picking up her pace to a springy trot until she was beside the slightly taller stallion. Her expression lit up into a grin as she gazed up at him and said, "Hello Rouchue! It's been a little while. How was your New Year? Celebrations were amusing I hope?"
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Post by Darkrise on Jan 22, 2016 4:50:36 GMT -6
If you were looking out across the hoards of equines hustling and bustling around the busy market you would see a quirky golden horn rising above the other horses. Rouchue’s angular horn was certainly unique and stood out like a sore thumb among the more nature looking horns. The confident stallion was rather proud of his unusual horn, it was even more special than the King’s in his opinion. The crowds were of no bother to the confident, or rather over confident, stallion as he slipped through the moving bodies, his slender form making it easy to squeeze into the small spaces. Despite being a tall 16 hands he could barely see over the other horse’s heads and when he heard his name called out over the buzzing of conversations. He turned to find a chimeric mare who he had met on the odd occasion, making her way towards him. Rou had only met Amity on a few occasions but she was friendly and Rouchue enjoyed flirting with any mare. He pranced forward to greet her, smiling jovially.
“Amity!” He called back, shouting to be heard above the sounds of hooves and calling voices.
“Yes the celebrations were very amusing.” He winked knowingly. Of course for him it had been more an act of avoidance as per usual, trying hard not to find his parents, but either way.
“And how were your festivities and how is your plant growing business going?” He winked again, he was one of the many Breim equines who had felt the effect of this unique plant.
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Post by meetinggemini on Jan 24, 2016 1:08:13 GMT -6
Jonah
Her eyes widened a bit and scoffed, though his voice lingered in her ear as she hung onto his words. "Oh really?" She taunted, "a heart of gold- Hmm I suppose thats something very much worth stealing, especially yours." Jonah's tone was soft and sly but laced with curiosity. This stallion truly did intrigue her. She watched him from the corner of her eye as she continued to scan for anything that caught her attention.
Thinking over the plan of splitting, since he insisted on it the most, she agreed. Knowing they could gather much more this way, as well as be undetected for a longer period of time. With a devilish smirk she nodded back. "Take what you can." She called as she veered off from Velox's path. Blending in with the surrounding crowd Jonah began her search, making her way between stands and other equine. Her gift of Shadowhoof always came in rather handy at times like these. Her eyes mostly scanned for gold jewelry and pieces. Finding a particular stand, she'd slip a necklace or bracelet off the side as if she hadn't noticed she'd done it, and it would be gone. Jonah would have blended back in with the crowd, her new found property worn in plain sight as if she hadn't just taken it. Occasionally, pick pocketing a piece off of someone she passed by if it fancied her. If she'd gained too many new trinkets ( but there really isn't such a thing as too many), she'd snag a shoulder bag to conseal her treasures in, causing less suspicion.
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Jan 26, 2016 10:22:39 GMT -6
VELOX
Take what you can.The words echoed after him, and from the corner of his eye, he could just make out Jonah's slim figure effortlessly lifting jewelry. "Will do," he murmured, grinning, more to himself than anyone else, the allure of little treasure dancing across his vision. It was addictive, magnetizing - the rush of euphoria from snatching another's' valuables is unlike anything else. He could recall starting, the pinch of guilt that came with every job; as a young stallion, he would often find himself making a life for his mark. Maybe he's a bad guy, a cultist. As if that could make him more of a vindicator than a thief, the mere thought of it made him laugh now. The appeal of such a lifestyle was lost over years - for the most part. As he slid towards an ebony mare sporting an extensive necklace, he let his shoulder graze her own; a hint of roughness was carried through with a genuine apology and a playful wink. He let his tail brush her flank, teasing, as he undid the clasp of her necklace and let the crowd swallow him again. It came to him naturally, carefully rehearsed over the years. Occasionally ending with a night with more mischievous actions. He repeated the process once more before heading towards the booths, each complete with their own unique crafts. A delicate, pale mare crept closer to his eyesight, as he continued on the outskirts of the market. His lips pulled up, a sliver of a smile, as he quickened his pace to approach the cloaked character. words: 268 post (3) |
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 26, 2016 14:59:28 GMT -6
Amity | Maker | Breim
The look in Rouchue's eyes when he looked at her always amused Amity, or at the very least made her feel like someone wanted her around. Even if it just was to flirt, that was alright. At least it was something. It wasn't easy to tune out the conversations of everyone around them, but once the smaller mare got close enough to the unicorn, it was easier to understand him. She caught the end of what he said before she was finally able to hear him perfectly and couldn't help but chuckle at his questions. "I had a party like I do every year...though I can't honestly say that I remember most of it. And as for the garden, it's growing perfectly." she mused, her blond colored tail swaying about her ankles. It was so long that she had to arch it up to keep it from dragging on the streets as she walked! Then the thought of Rouchue's paintings crossed her mind...she still had yet to purchase one to hang in her home above the city. "And how are your paintings going? I still have yet to see any that you're selling. It miiiight look good above my bed." she finished with a wink back at him.
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Post by Darkrise on Jan 29, 2016 4:54:45 GMT -6
Rouchue enjoyed talking to anyone, being social was one of his strong points, but it was nice to meet someone who was as amiable and light hearted as he. Amity responded to his enthusiasm with her own friendly conversation despite neither being able to drown out the bustling streets around him. He thought about her question, the artist had been meaning to do some more paintings to sell at the stall he planned to set up but the cloaked stallion was struggling to find the muse, after the painting of Mia nothing seemed as good. He gave Amity a winning smile,
“I am sure I can find time to paint something just for you!” Although he came across as overly flirtatious it was just how he was, he never intended any harm by it. “Perhaps there is something you would like in particular?” He asked the chimeric mare, sometimes having specifics from others was easier than trying to find inspiration to paint for an unknown party.
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Post: No. 3
OOC: Sorry for the short response.
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Post by meepmeepmelee on Jan 29, 2016 8:37:16 GMT -6
Lynx | Tie | Breim
It was almost fun - even for Lynx - to stroll around the countless booths and to have a long close look at all these plenty things, that could be bought there. Well, almost ... wouldn't be there this many, many horses! Sterling was so incredibly colorful, crazy and versatile. Everything Lynx was not. The little mare sighed and stroked another point on her list.
She just would hurry up a little more, to quickly return into her familiar surrounding again. Where the deep-rooted core of the old generation was at home. Where they knew each other. Where no unforeseen events happen. Where the bright mare belonged.
“So on,” she motivated herself and began to move once more. Her next destination was the booth of an older stallion, already could be seen through the crowd. He sold fabrics, colored in various shades – one softer than the other. Oh, how she would love to work with it!
At the very thought of it, she already chuckled – barely noticing the intimidating surroundings. Besides, the last time he had hair arrangements with the most exotic flowers! She had saved up for a long time, to hopefully get one now. As the naive child that she was, she fell into Tölt and did not realize early enough, that she was running into a bigger horse!
C R A S H !
Lynx bumped so hard into her counterpart that she fell backward on her rump and was only able to follow with her eyes her entire purchases spread around her. Shocked, she stared in front of herself...
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 31, 2016 21:53:32 GMT -6
Amity | Maker | Breim
Just the thought of receiving such a beautiful and unique decoration for her home made a warm feeling resonate in Amity's chest. And it was just for her. Rouche definitely had a great personality for marketing, what with his bright smile radiating good vibes and his flirtatious, but not completely out of line, words and tones of voice. Amity was quite a sucker for that, but she hadn't needed to be for she would've likely bought a decoration regardless. Her crimson eyes lit up as he inquired as to what she could possibly want. There she stood in front of him, her angular head slightly tilted thoughtfully as she brainstormed ideas.
"I do like the idea of space and the sky with swirling clouds and..." she found that she was about to go on and on about it and cut herself short with a soft giggle. "Have some artistic liberty with it, the reason it would be so special is because you and your ideas would be put into the piece." It was always an honor to promote her fellow Makers since many of them, including Rouchue, did the same for her. Probably not because they were her friends or trying to become friends, but that was alright. They were more relaxed and happy because of something she created and that's all she had been meaning to accomplish in that respect. Her sharp black ears swiveled around continuously as they spoke, ready to pick up anything too out of the ordinary if it was nearby.
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Feb 3, 2016 21:56:49 GMT -6
VELOX
He moved with purpose, as he wove through the crowd, he would eye certain booths. Bookmarking each location in his mind, setting a time for each stop to ensure he would meet Jonah in time. Suddenly, the stark red cloak streaked through the corner of his eye. With a start, he readjusted his own position, cutting in front of the mare abruptly. Had he not set the situation up on purpose, he doubted he would have even felt the mare's presence; she was so petite that the texture of her cloak came as more of a surprise than the force of her stumble. She stared at him, clearly dazed in her predicament. She had fallen straight onto her rump, her hood falling with the rest of her. As he looked at her face, he realized with a start that she was an adult, quite the contrary to his original thoughts. Nonetheless, her wide eyes gave him the impression that she was just as naïve as he has initially assumed. "Alright miss?" His asked kindly, an eyebrow raised in a quizzical manner. He gently eased her back up as he waited for her reply, a soft nudge to her shoulder as he surreptitiously felt for a purse. His pale eyes looked deep into her own, hoping that she would reciprocate the look; unless she was broke, then he supposed it wouldn't matter at all. Words: 236 Post (4) |
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Post by meetinggemini on Feb 3, 2016 22:43:12 GMT -6
Jonah
The mare had quickly filled a leather shoulder bag with beautiful golden jewlery and trinkets, and one lovely scroll, over the hour. Really anything she sought valuble and could be sold later for a lovely price, that or kept for her own selfish need, was tucked away inside the bag. She'd made her way down a row of booths, skipping a few that caused less interest than others, though to slow suspisions as well. Making her way along, the thick crowed began to mellow out, making more room for footing the further down the coblestone you went.
She moved swiftly, silently, her Shadowhoof potential showing. Jonah had come across 2 equine in front of her, one a unicorn. He was far taller than her, and the mare next to him, though his caped green cloak had caught her eye. Hoping for any piece of value that could be hidden underneath. Increasing her strides, she caught up with them quickly. Brushing her shoulder along his side, checking for anything possibly worth her time.
With the discovery of nothing, she continued her fastened pace. "So sorry" she apologized as she glanced back at him, a small smirk crossing her lips. Catching a glance at both their faces, she turned forward again and slowly slipped off to the side of the street.
A booth sporting gold and silver necklaces and bridals, decorated in jewels and chains had caught her attention now. Stopping in front of it, Jonah talked with their maker. When she wasn't satisfied with what lay on the table, Jonah motioned to a bridal hung on the back wall. While the maker turned her back, she slipped a golden necklace from off the table and into her bag. When the merchant returned, Jonah took a moment and shook her head, though thanked her for her time, and turned to continue on.
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Post by meepmeepmelee on Feb 4, 2016 6:44:37 GMT -6
Lynx | Tie | Breim
No! How awful! Oh... this is monstrously embarrassing!
If in this moment a hole in the ground appeared next to the cremello mare, she would surely jump in without hesitation! But there was no excuse like that for her now and the only way out of this awkward situation was to get back on her feet again and maintain her little bit of attitude that was left.
Thank the gods the stallion beside her was a true gentleman and friendly gave her a leg-up. She wanted to thank him for his help and even apologize for her ineptitude when she took a look at the many utensils – all the things she had bought and now spread across the floor – lying in the dirt: rare fabrics, expensive ribbons, valuable buttons, but also precious stones, exceptional feathers and all kinds of other odds and ends.
"I'm fine..." was the little convincing answer of Lynx which was even more accentuated by a deeply grieved sigh. She was ready to bend down to tediously pick up everything again when she felt the look of the unknown horse.
A strange tingling ran through her entire body and she looked back to the stallion. Why was he fixating his gaze on her?
"Nice bandana ..." she tried to divert the attention from her own person... but she knew this would probably succeed only moderately. She felt her knees beginning to buckle, hoping not to land on her back part one more time. Carefully, she turned her ears forward, trying to reciprocate the penetrating look.
Oh Argus, what should I do!?
The considerably smaller animal blinked occasionally but did not manage to pry its eyes away from him. Should she do something now? Turning her back on him and collecting her belongings? Getting a first strike against the stranger and then running away, anxiously neighing? Oh, what would her Master say when she would show up with empty bags!? Should she ask the stallion for help? Ignoring him? Why was he just staring like that!!
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Feb 4, 2016 21:24:11 GMT -6
VELOX
"Good," he nodded, a lopsided smile hanging on his lips. "and thank you very much, it would look far nicer on you, though." He noted, offering a small mock bow in response. His eyes scanned his surroundings as his neck was bent downwards; taking in the various parcels sprawled across the floor. Luxurious fabrics spread across the ground like a mural, littered with glittering gems in which he eyes hungrily before rising to meet her gaze again. She looked intimidated, whether it was because of his presence, or simply the scenario, he did not know. Nonetheless, he slouched, shrinking his figure slightly and propping a sheepish smile on his face.
"A tarp would look beautiful on you." He uttered softly, a nervous chuckle laced with his words as he issued a feather light brush against her cheekbones. Her ears twisted towards him and he celebrated internally, clandestinely sweeping some jewels aside with his hoof as they looked at each other. He broke the contact a mere moment later, instead choosing to cast his gaze downwards as he blushed. A secret smirk shadowed on his features- he could rest assured that if he died today, he would be found harboring a multitude of expensive trinkets. Though he hoped he wouldn't, this series of mini-heists were intended to go towards his savings after all. Words: 227 Post (5) |
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 6, 2016 21:57:02 GMT -6
Amity | Maker | Breim
Rouchue had hardly had a chance to reply to her with further plans on the painting commission before an edgy looking mare who seemed to be in quite the hurry brushed up against him. Her movement was swift, Amity noticed with pricked ears, ironically swift since the meeting was, after all , an accident. The small chimeric mare sidestepped to give the stallion room to regain his footing and for the pretty mare to pass. Amity felt like striking up a conversation with her since she had the air of the above ground world around her, but the mare was already lengths away before she could utter a single word. But before she completely left them, their eyes connected. Gold and bright crimson met each other for just a moment, but a moment was all that was needed to plant a weary seed in the mare's mind. As a social creature, she always liked to give others the benefit of the doubt and find out more about them from a friendly point of view before jumping to conclusions. However ever since she was Blessed, she saw things a bit differently. Of course she still offered horses the chance to tell her more about themselves on their own accord and become friends, but there was always the option...not to do that and see for herself. This was one of those times. The smirk on the mare's face and the look in her eyes as she parted from them was enough to get the young mare to follow. Her thoughts felt dirty with malcontent, which worried Amity a great deal. Had she meant to hurt the herd of Breim? After the mare was a reasonable distance away, Amity gestured to Rouchue to accompany her after the 'clumsy' buckskin mare. Amity weaved in and out of horses in the crowd as she followed the pierced mare, wondering what she was up to. The two kept a good distance away so the mare didn't notice them following her, but stayed close enough to watch what she did. In the shelter of some drapes from a nearby shop, Amity watched as the mare conversed with the Maker at the table selling beautiful jewelry. Amity's crimson eyes met Rouchue's for a moment as they exchanged a look of weariness before her eyes fixed back on the mare, just in time to see the mare slip a golden necklace into her bag and leave...without paying. "Thief..." the Maker mare whispered under her breath to the painter beside her. Sorrow washed over the mare as the word rolled off her tongue. How could anyone sleep at night knowing they could have just broken someone's heart or put them into hardship just because they wanted money? Stealing an artist's hard work was the utmost insult in the ring of Makers in Breim, and Amity wouldn't stand for it. Amity turned to Rouchue fully and murmured, "We can't make a scene or everything will go to chaos. Go on ahead and head her off at the entrance to The Labyrinth, I'll try to talk to her before she gets there. If talking doesn't work that's where you come in. Thievery won't be tolerated in Breim if I have anything to say about it." She finished with a determined snort, meant to appear strong and confident but was actually just adorable coming from a mare who's so small and normally mellow and sweet as honey. The two broke and Amity trotted up after the mare with a warm smile on her face and friendliness in her eyes, not allaying to her real motive. "Hello, Miss! I couldn't help but notice your interest in my friend's jewelry making. Maybe it wasn't your type, but I also have some rather exquisite pieces for sale that might catch your fancy." By now Amity had caught up to the thief and walked at her side, her shorter strides quicker in order to keep up with the slightly taller mare. Her eyes were still bright and held no indication of stopping the other mare. "My pieces are quite special as I said, some have even graced the neck of Aodhian nobility and even the late King Solaris, Argus bless her soul. Would you be interested in coming to take a quick look, just to see if anything catches your eye?" She tilted her angular head and gazed at the mare patiently as they strolled through the streets.
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Post by meetinggemini on Feb 8, 2016 23:05:49 GMT -6
Jonah
Navigating her way through the crow a seamingly familiar face appeared beside her again. Paying no mind to the little mare, she strode forward. Once she opened her mouth, Jonah let out a sigh though kept up a friendly manner. "Where'd your friend go?" She asked, "he was rather cute" Jonah added with a smirk. As the mare rambled on, hearing the inquiry of jewlery caught her attention. Though with the mention of the previous maker, a slight doubt crossed her mind that she may know or had seen something.
"Oh you make jewelry too?! My father was a maker, long since retired but his pieces were lovely." She chatted, keeping her tone light. "What sorts do you craft?" Jonah added with a bit of interest. "I'll have to check it out sometime, but I really must be going. A dear friend of mine has been waiting for me." Her apology sounding sincer, though a total hoax. The thought that Velox was probably making his way back to their meeting point by now had crossed her mind though. Knowing she'd lost track of a bit of time through the scandal.
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Post by meepmeepmelee on Feb 11, 2016 7:51:53 GMT -6
Lynx | Tie | Breim
A shy giggle could be heard and one was able to see how fast Lynx’ cheeks blushed. She could not remember the last time - or if ever - someone paid her such a nice compliment. She uncertainly bowed her head sideward and gave the other an embarrassed thanks.
But what kind of impression had she made here!? Letting the valuable purchases simply lie around on the ground unprotected and not caring about them. Oh, what a shame! She had been acting like an irresponsible child.
The female shook the stray thoughts out of her mind and dedicated herself to the belongings. Knowing that the stranger was still close to her, she began to speak to him again.
"By the way, I am Lynx."
She gave him another smile before she finally started to collect the fabrics, jewels and the rest of the errands. Somehow... she was pretty angry with herself. She had been very careless to be distracted for so long. What if something was broken now? Or worse, if something had been stolen?? She had heard about thieves in the past, bustling about the markets. And she – the stupid thing she was – had given them a perfect opportunity!
"I hope that everything is still there ..." she started to speak with a slightly trembling voice as she became aware of the implications of her muddle-headedness. "The things do not even belong to me. I should just pick them up."
She could feel tears gathering in her eyes and she struggled to control herself.
"It ... happens to me all the time," she lamented and sighed heartbreakingly - but finding her smile briefly again. "But I have other advantages!"
With optimism she picked up the last little things and started silently staring at them. For a moment nothing happened but then Lynx neighed terrified after a short break and looked shocked at her interlocutor.
"Stolen..."
The animal fixed its opposite for a moment until it skeptically looked in all directions and moved closer to the stallion. Conspiratorially and again blushed thanks to her panic, Lynx looked at the larger horse.
"I think something was stolen. You're bigger than me ... have you seen anything?" She asked hopefully. "I believe I'm missing parts of my errands. Although I'm not quite sure, but..."
She walked a few steps forward and uncertainly scraped the ground with her hoof.
"Or am I overlooking something?"
Completely torn between fear, sadness and anger, she looked back to the male.
"Can you help me... please?"
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Post by Darkrise on Feb 11, 2016 10:57:50 GMT -6
Rouchue heard a crashing even above the din of the market however before he could even locate the source of the sudden noise he felt the soft push of another equine as they bumped into him. He turned his head around swiftly intending to apologise but before the words had fully left his lips the mare had already moved. Not, however, before he could make out the pretty horse’s face as she smirked at him and noted the bull ring through her nose similar to his own. Amity next to him voiced the concerns in his head, he was pretty sure he would have remembered seeing a mare so pretty as that around Breim and he had been all over Breim. It was not the swiftness of her movements that struck him as odd, he himself tended to move with speedy agility, but the silence of them. Despite the loud buzz of the market you would still be able to pick up the hoof beats of those that passed you and yet Rou had not heard hers. Nodding in agreement to Amity before snaking off into the crowd to head toward the Labryinth, just looking back long enough to see the chimeric mare converse with the pretty one now dubbed ‘thief’.
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Feb 11, 2016 20:29:25 GMT -6
VELOX
As she scrambled to pick up her items, he bent down, a shy eye watching her own gaze as he effortlessly swept the gemstones into the secret safety of his own satchel. He passed on her other belongings back in Lynx's direction and when she scrambled to stand up, her vast rumblings pausing for a moment, he did so as well.
"Can you help me... please?" He resisted the urge to cock a brow, the little mare was so completely and utterly useless on her own. His thoughts drifted back to Jonah, surely the hour was soon to be up. "It's been a pleasure Lynx though I am so terribly sorry I caused such a mess. I didn't catch a thing, though, thieves these days have no respect for local artists. I'm so sorry again love, but I've got to meet my friend at the entrance." He felt the tiniest stab of guilt as the words rolled off of his tongue, stinging his lips as the sounded in the air. He shook his head, his maneless neck rippling under his sleek inky coat. A fine line formed between his eyes as his brows drew together, "If I see something similar to your belongings 'round here, I'll bring it right back to this booth by the end of the day. I truly wish I could help more, but I've made a promise to another little miss." He dipped his chin, giving the tiny mare a little bow before slipping into the crowd again. As he trod towards the point in which he split ways with Jonah, he cleared his mind, long slow blinks easing his breaths. Within the moments, the weight of guilt was lifted from his little pack of stolen luxuries, the Lynx just a blur in the past. It was his nature to ignore, to purposefully smudge the details of his lifts; it was the key to his success, the reason he could continue with an empty conscience. Most of the time. Words: 338 Post (6) |
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 11, 2016 22:27:54 GMT -6
Amity | Maker | Breim
When the mare inquired as to where Rouchue was right off the bat, Amity could sense from her thoughts that she was a bit anxious about being found out before she managed to escape. Amity was a kind mare and never wished to fight anyone or make them feel like they had to be hostile to rebuff her. Not even when she was trying to keep them from stealing. Her ears swiveled in the direction of where the other mare had originally brushed up against them and replied, "He had work to do back at his own table, we were just conversing about a possible commission he might be doing for me in the near future for a second that he didn't have anyone nearby to sell to." Her answer wasn't a complete lie since that had indeed been the topic of the Makers' conversation, so Amity felt no guilt in saying it. Not that she felt any guilt to begin with...she was quite the actress to those who knew her. Those who didn't were in possible danger of falling victim to her silver tongue. As the two mares continued on at a comfortable pace, they continued their conversation. Upon hearing that her father was a Maker, Amity's ears perked up. This meant one of two things. Either the mare was lying, or she had left Breim to join another herd. Things started to click in her head. King Hajime had warned the Makers about Vagabond thieves, which this mare clearly was. No herd would risk their relationship with any other, they had it hard enough as it is without war on their hooves once again, at least if they were in the same position Breim was in anyway. That and no one in Breim would be stupid enough to steal from a Maker what with the Guard and Argus watching them constantly. These Vagabonds, however, had no one to watch them and absolutely no shame. The mare strode through the streets with a level of confidence and nostalgia in her thoughts that made it obvious that she had lived in Breim for at least some of her life. This thief actually was stealing from her former home and likely her father's old comrades. The very thought of such disloyalty made Amity's normally mellow heart race with fire in her blood. But outwardly, she kept calm and casual.
"Really? How interesting! I probably saw him when I was younger, but sadly I'd likely not remember him all that well. The mind of a child can be scattered." The black and grey chimeric mare giggled before responding with a note of pride in her voice, "I create only the most beautiful Collars and Bracers, made out of metal and encrusted with jewels mined from these very caves!" she exclaimed, gesturing all around at the cave walls. The disarming smile never left her face during the conversation, not even when the mare said that she must be rejoining her friend soon. With a small shake of her head, Amity sped up a little and turned around so she was facing the dark colored mare and blocking her path, still wearing the smile. "I'm sure your friend won't mind if you're a couple minutes late, Miss. I just have one more quick question." Now her expression hardened with disappointment and even a bit of scorn if you looked close enough into her eyes. Her ears were now swiveled backwards and her blonde colored tail lowered.
"How could you sleep at night knowing you stole from someone you once considered a neighbor? A herd-mate? Have you no shame, have you as a horse really sunken that low?" Her voice was low, quiet, yet held a tone of pain. Is this really what the world I'm living in has come to? thought the mare to herself.
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Post by meetinggemini on Feb 15, 2016 21:23:30 GMT -6
 Checkpoint2// The streets of Sterling are slick and steep, leaving the thieves tumbling over their own hooves as they run but you are not doing much better. The chase soon collides with the market-place. Will the vagabonds be lost in the crowds or can the Breimian’s spot them before it’s too late. |
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Post by meetinggemini on Feb 15, 2016 22:11:31 GMT -6
Jonah
As the little mare rambled on with the topics at hand she grew rather relaxed as her hidden intentions seemed to be swept away. They continued to walk along the path as the market place expanded with the crowed. Seeing as the mare agreed to let her leave with her time she started to turn away. "Wha-?" Jonah scoffed as the mare abroupty stopped and confronted her. Immedietly options flowed through her mind of what she could say. To lie or admit the truth? She'd always been quick with her tongue that her lies seemed to be truth, or when she told the truth they were believed as lies.
"Darling i'm sorry you must be mistaken" she said, a bit of an underlying tone of offense in her voice. "I have nearly the same respect for everyone- what makes you think I am low? You should be the one ashamed of thinking I'm lower than you- you've accused me of something you have no knowledge of." Her words were made to be confusing, and she intended it that way. Jonah's eyes narrowed as she stared down the mare who blocked her way back to Velox. Her new plan, to go with lies and false acusations. She'd wormed her way out of far worse many times before, and she could do it again.
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Post by impassioned-dreams on Feb 16, 2016 20:01:34 GMT -6
VELOX
He spotted the feathers tied into her hair first, then his eyes landed on the chimeric mare across from her. They were both slightly tensed, a little too still for the bustle that maneuvered their way around the two stationary mares. His ears pricked forward as he strode against the current, sneaking up behind his thieving companion. Of course, the term sneaking could be used loosely, as he doubted she couldn't hear his purposefully clumsy steps; he glided into the space beside her, planting a delicate kiss on her temple. "Hello, love, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" Velox interrupted with an overemphasized grin, no doubt Jonah could have slithered out of the situation- but what was life without a little excitement? He shouldered his way between the two mares', gazes locked tightly onto one another, "I couldn't help but overhear that you're a maker? A collar would look beautiful on you for our wedding day, do you have anything her size?" His eyes dropped back to Jonah, a lazy grin hung on the corner of his lips, unusually uncovered since his bandana hung over of his bag. Jonah, my god, if you've forgotten your way around these tunnels... Words: 202 Post (7) |
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