~IN THE BEGINNING~
Old Boar’s Inn; Market District
Time: Sixth Hour and Second Quarter of MiddleDay[/center]
[Chad M.F.]
The girl, who at this point would be a whimpering bundle of shock, wouldn't respond. Her clothing would be loose in theory, if it weren't wrapped tightly around her thin frame, swaddling her body. If asked the same question repeatedly, she would eventually let her head bobble up and down rapidly in a shaky form of "yes." Her form would be turned away from the death gurgling reptile that lay dying on the rooftop, a steady pool of blood slowly swamping his once strong frame.
At this point, Chad could continue to ask questions, or continue in his pursuit of the vixen ninja...
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???; The Back
Time: Sixth Hour of Midday
[Jojo]
"Well..." The dwarf shopkeeper would stroke his beard, cradling his glass of wine as he did, "Firstly, you would have to go the Town Hall -- the force is centralized around there. It won't necessarily be at Town Hall, but in its general vicinity." The ex-cop would wave his hand in front of his face, as if he were brushing aside a network of cobwebs, "But details -- the point is, you won't miss it." Sliding out of his chair, he made his way back to his large desk, still speaking, "But that's besides the point. They'll only accept those with badges, or who can prove they once upheld the law in their own world." The shopkeeper muttered something under his breath before continuing to speak, placing himself in the desk's large chair as he did, "Very rarely will they ever make an exception."
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Old Boar's Inn; Booth Room
Time: Sixth Hour and Second Quarter of Midday
[Vin]
"Man down! Tower 4, we have a man down!"
"Sending back up to Sector 4 point--"
"It's gone Tower 4! We lost it!"
Vin, despite of making his mistake, undoubtedly recovered impressively. Without much resistance, he would find himself outside the city wall, just where the long grasses of the city outskirts began to truly grow to The Wildwood's reputation. In all honesty, Vin might find himself uneasy - as a thief who's home is in the city of Tutmose itself, such a place could cause any one to become uneasy. The land itself had an ancient feeling and never could truly be known, even to those who were born and bred in Tutmose. No, only the Woods People would know The Crossroads' true face.
Regardless, Vin's contact was always sketchy and unreliable at best. Truth be told, his information was always, always accurate, but finding him in a reliable way... This was the more difficult part. With a little wandering, Vin would be able to find the hidden path that was shown to him once upon a time by his contact - it would lead to their meeting place where, gods willing, Vin would be able to obtain some much needed information.
However, as he was about to walk down the path, he would spot a girl (who couldn't have been older than sixteen years) dressed in a blue dress. She was crouched in the tall grass, smiling to herself. She was seemingly convinced that she was hidden from Vin, as small giggles came from her delicate mouth as she desperately tried to cover the sound with her tiny hand, her wrist wrapped in bangle of shells and native grass...
If Vin chose to talk to her, she would laugh and turn tail, constantly looking over her shoulder, as if taunting Vin to catch her if he could. Even with all of his talent, Vin would find it impossible to catch her by the hand, for she would always be out of reach, giggling madly as she skipped backward from Vin's grasp or his coins. The chase could continue for several tens of minutes, in which the girl would show no signs of tiring...
However, if Vin chose to continue down the path, the giggles would fade with distance and then eventually explode into distant, full blown laughter. The path itself would be long and windy, giving Vin time to think about his next move and the turn of events in the Old Boar's Inn...