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Post by RUNAAN on Dec 30, 2016 23:25:03 GMT
Exhaustion, hunger, thirst and pain plagued the childish figure that was roaming the streets of the most unsavory city in all of Earthland this night. Stumbling through the Thieves Den, holding his right side with one arm that a leather bag dangled off of and wiping blood from his forehead with the other every so often to not obstruct his vision, Runaan treaded heavily. He looked like a trainwreck and felt like he had been in three consecutive ones. The only thing that was keeping him together was the desire to survive. Desperately he had tried to avoid passing out from exhaustion up until now. He knew he didn't have money for an inn, and here there was likely none that would take him. It was bustling, people on the streets, it felt massive and urban. None of the rural charm from before left. There was not a chance he would not be pelted with all sorts of questions he couldn't answer right now.
Not wanting to die out on the streets by catching some disease while resting in the filth, Runaan scoured the streets trying to find someplace quiet and warm. All the while keeping his leather bag close by his side. He couldn't let someone take these from him again. He now knew just how important they were and that losing them was not an option he had. After nearly 30 minutes of wandering around aimlessly, two simple-looking strangers hissed at him from a dark corner. Runaan expected questions, for his parents, his name, what he was doing out so late, possibly even an assault. But none of the sort, the two strangers did ask him about his wounds, but offered him to take refuge with them. Strays had to hold together they said. Following them through some complicated alleyways that he didn't have the capacity to remember right now.
They were homeless too, as they told him. But part of a community of strays like themselves that cared for each other. Once they arrived at a comfortable looking hideout, Runaan fell down on a pile of blankets that felt like sleeping in his mother's womb again. The strangers gave him some fresh water, some fresh fruit and bread, even closed his wounds and put on a fire in a small fireplace in the corner. Runaan was too exasperated to ask questions or think about the consequences this might have. He was just thankful that he was safe. Perhaps fate was indeed on his side, but had a hard time fighting off people like that cursed Madiyan general. After finishing his food, Runaan immediately passed out on the blankets, the leather bag still wrapped around his waist.
The sweet release of a restful sleep was once more denied as he was rudely awakened with the sound of scissors trying to cut the leather bag around his body. In shock, the two strangers mumbled something about payment for their kindness. Runaan began flailing, trying to defend these books with his life, but was not treated lightly as one of the two smacked him sideways, sending him into a daze. His tired body was still in too much distress to allow him to muster anything resembling strength. But giving up so easily was something he wasn't capable of doing. The strangers burst out the door of the hideout, sprinted down the tight alleyway outside. Getting dressed quickly, Runaan pulled himself together for one more time. If this was fate's doing once more, she was truly a strange mistress.
Tailing the thieves through the still empty streets of the morning, he was able to track them down several alleyways and into a complicated serie of tunnels that lead beneath the surface. The corridors and passages were well lit, meaning people passed here regularily. Runaan could tell as much. It seemed they had taken his bag as repayment for shelter. A condition he was never made aware of. He could have offered a many things, but being so rudely robbed, the child-bodied blonde felt furious and truly mistreated. The sound of footsteps led him through the labyrinth of sewage tunnels down to a large clearing at which several tunnels converged. Steps scaled down the side of the circular assorted walls, to a place where several people were sitting at tables, drinking, surrounded by riches, weaponry and various valuables. Tracing the steps down with silent footsteps, he was ready to confront the gathering of people downstairs to receive his books back.
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Post by SEIN on Jan 3, 2017 4:05:17 GMT
 Another day. Another theft. Many things had been occurring in the denizen that had been the Thieves' Den. Home to a myriad of people with different walks of life, religion and so on. More importantly it was home to the notorious "King" of thieves and his people, those that steal from the rich for the less fortunate. The streets outside of the citadel of the male had been littered with new refugees, many of which knew not the real face of this thief. Many called him older than the den itself, others say that he was simply someone who picked up the mantle of the leader. Well some of them were correct, though none could place a finger on his features. From the depths of the structure he sat in utter darkness reading through what seemed to be a single red eye, his mind focused on watching those in his care. Many of the people could often feel as if they were being watched, not by the rouges and thieves that littered the area but by something...unnatural. That unnatural feeling was the same force that kept his people from stabbing or murdering one another. The den was known as a haven for those who had no home, for those that had needed a family and in this family there is no room for bickering. No one killed one another but there were arguments, and that was fine. But the rule of thumb in this den was that no one was to kill one another, or else they met with death personally. Today he had his sight on a new entry to this fine place, a young boy. Sein had always looked over the people that had came in, you never knew what depraved soul would steal from someone just moving in and at times he would always give their belongings back. In this instance he observed as the young boy walked in with nothing but a leather pack, the notion raising a curious brow in regards to a certain path of his in the past. The more the boy muddled through the small city the more he grew intrigued until two others decided to "help" the kid, but didn't tell them the rule behind it. A verbal sigh left his lips as the book closed and his body soon disappeared from his study and into the sewers, where he knew they would go. One thing that perplexed the thief was how someone could rob a child. Sure he had robbed a great number people, but never from a child. Thus he raised his curiosity and within the darkness he waited. As their chase lead them to the sewers and the two men had just stepped past where he had clustered, the bag would leave their embrace by a single shadow as a voice echoed through the sewers, first only audible to those two," Stealing from children without even giving them the rule on helping? Tsk Tsk gentleman." Though as the saw the boy rearing the corner he smiled and turned his voice toward him," And such a child to delve into a lions den." Confusion? He had been expecting it. For if the small boy would take the time to look around he would see only a single red eye staring at him from the shadows. Behind him, the male would form holding the bag within his hands. Sitting upon the stairs he smiled and sat the sack beside him," So tell me why you want this back so bad that you would follow two men into the sewers? Don't you know that it is dangerous here?" ▲ N/a ● ● Come on in  |
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Post by RUNAAN on Jan 3, 2017 21:05:07 GMT
It was an eery feeling, uncanny, inhuman. But it didn't scare Runaan. It felt unfamiliar, almost alien, but it didn't ring any alarms. This place in general didn't give Runaan the impression that it was a hive of ethical reprehensibility. Rather, a place for misfits to communize and be themselves around each other. He was stared at from every corner of this round clearing beneath the city. He even found his two benefactors in the crowd on ground level. There had to be at least three or four dozen people gathered, drinking, exchanging stories and socializing in the early morning. But then there was this foreign sensation he gathered. Almost like something was watching him. Runaan peered around, and indeed he spotted an air of sentience that appeared to watch him through a sole red pupil.
It appeared these men, women and even children gathered here were waiting for someone to act. Someone who showed himself just now. Behind him, he could sense a figure emerge that seemed to materialize from nothingness, but certainly human. Runaan jolted around and jumped back two steps. A blonde, tall, young man not older than 25 of average stature but sharp features pierced out from the ground, seemingly from his shadow. In his hands he held Runaan's bag, from the look of it all of the books still kept safe inside. The stranger didn't seem to act hostile towards, but much rather sat down on the stairs Runaan had descended to reach this place. "So tell me why you want this back so bad that you would follow two men into the sewers? Don't you know that it is dangerous here?" He asked promptly, causing Runaan to furrow his eyebrows. For a moment he had forgotten that he was stuck in a child's body. He stared at the stranger with a determined, unwavering look on his face. "Keep the bag. I just need the books back. I can give you anything in return, even work for you and your... comrades." Runaan spoke in a distinctly mature tone and rhetorically gifted intonation completely unfitting for someone of his age, opening his fingers in a gesture directed at the people around him and the stranger.
"This is about payment isn't it?" He added. "If it's about that, give me back my books and I will do my best to repay you otherwise." He peered around. "It seems material value is regarded quite highly by you and your group. How about I give you that, instead of some books. To me they contain information I need. What could they be to you?" Runaan finished talking, still standing tall in a remarkably steadfast posture for a pubescent teenager. His shoulders widened, his chest out, his arms resting at his side, his legs spread. Green eyes looked at the blonde stranger with a strong gaze and a serious look on his face. While Runaan's body appeared as that of a child, his behavior, mannerisms, manner of speech and overall movement didn't seem like those of a boy at all. It was subtle, and most people could likely not pick up on it, but Runaan didn't act like a child in the slightest.
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Post by SEIN on Jan 9, 2017 1:16:52 GMT
The two men scoffed as they moved to apprehend the boy in which two tendrils of shadow stood in there way, and the red eyes peered into them from behind," Leave now. Or you might find yourself missing a few limbs. You know the code now live it, he's in my care until I feel his usefulness is done," the two sighed for a moment before taking off deeper into the sewers, leaving Runaan with Sein. The tendrils remained as his hand slowly moved over the bag, curious of its contents until the male chose to speak up. All of this about books and what it meant to him? Well that was going to be an interesting conversation between the two of them until Sein's hand rested upon the latch that would unbuckle the bag itself," To me knowledge is more important than money, more costly than jewels and more importantly? Harder to come by than a mark. So tell me what is in these books that make you want to bargain for them? If my men have done something to help you then yes. Compensation, as is our lands tradition is in order. So in exchange for their "services" I ask for something. What is in these books? Please don't try lying to me either. I don't care much for liars to be honest, and if I can avoid it I don't want to harm you. So let's talk shall we?," the bag was set in front of Sein as he slouched a bit, resting his hands upon his fist while looking at the young boy in nothing but curiosity/ ((sorry for the short post hope it will do )) ▲ N/a ● ● Come on in |
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