Post by Northen Light36 on Jun 28, 2008 18:23:39 GMT -5
Acqua hums to herself as she walks though the Maelstorm markets, easily lightening a couple of purses alone the way and using the stolen copper to help pay for supplies for the next part of the journey.
As she works and shops, Acqua keeps an eye out for any of her fellow thieves or the thieves' sign, but she's not really expecting to see anyone. It's freezing out here after all.
Though she was watching, Acqua didn't see it coming.
The young woman walking down the road toward her was dressed in the expensive finery of a Maelstrom noble. Her eyes held the vapid stare that would generally be associated with subpar intelligence or simple absent-mindedness. All in all, the very image of an easy mark.
She hardly seemed to notice when Acqua bumped into her, didn't appear to feel her purse-strings being deftly cut and the weight lifting from her belt. She gave a slightly miffed look, as a noblewoman might often do if she found her way impeded by a commoner, then continued on her way . . .
The other girl stared coolly back, giving no indication of recognition or humor. "Is that so? I can't imagine what would give you that idea. After all, when I left home I brought only my purse with me, and look, here it is in my hand." She held up a palm to display Acqua's purse, and only then did her eyes give a twinkle of amusement, and she flashed the sign back with her empty hand.
"Honestly, how could you even think to accuse me of such a thing?" she went on, turning her nose up with an aristocratic sniff. As she turned her head, she also took a subtle sidestep toward a nearby alley.
Post by Northen Light36 on Jul 4, 2008 4:37:14 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, my mistake," Acqua says, her eyes sparkling. Amused, she casually heads into the ally and waits. But her guard isn't completely down. Faith is watching the girl and Acqua has her hand resting on a concealed knife.
The other girl simply continued on down the road out of sight, but then doubled back and entered the alley from the other end. She now wore a broad grin of her own. "Nicely done," she called, "At first I thought I had you fooled. Here." She tossed Acqua's purse back to her upon approaching, then crossed her arms and gave the other thief a long, measuring look. "Have to say, you're younger than I'd heard. Or maybe you just look that way." She quirked a finely-groomed blonde eyebrow.
Post by Northen Light36 on Jul 5, 2008 16:12:57 GMT -5
Acqua just smirks and replies, "It's skill that matters, not age." Chuckling, Acqua tosses the other girl's purse back to her. "But it seems you have me at a disadvantage, as you seem to know me, but I can't say the same about you."
The blonde's smile widened. "You have no idea how refreshing that is. My name's Catlila Tesla, you might have heard of my family." She rolled her eyes. "My father would probably just die if he knew what I did with my free time."
Post by Northen Light36 on Jul 6, 2008 12:53:11 GMT -5
Acqua chuckles in sympathy after pausing for a second to consider and reconise the name. "The joys of noble family members, hm?" she remarks. "I can sympathise. My brother will spend all afternoon glaring at me when he works out how I managed to spend so little on supplies." Now Acqua rolls her eyes. "You'd think he'd be greatful I saved him money but nooo."
Catlila nodded sympathetically. "Nice to see someone else knows what it's like. But at least you can get some appreciation from the Guild. Speaking of which . . . I've got a job going on later tonight. You care to join me?" She quirked the same eyebrow again.
Post by Northen Light36 on Jul 11, 2008 3:10:08 GMT -5
Acqua hesitated, looking very tempted, but shakes her head. "My brother and I are only passing through. I'll be in Ilyamen for the winter though, so if you find a job there, I'll take you up on the offer?"
"Hmmm, could be interesting." Catlila winked and tossed a wave as she turned to go. "all right, I'll keep it in mind. Look me up if you're ever back in this area, too."
After she had turned the corner, the young noblewoman untied and upended her purse, dumping out the collection of small pebbles she'd been carrying -- no sense risking real money when you were intending to get robbed. All in all, she felt it had gone well.