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Post by Story E. Luminus on May 28, 2014 15:23:00 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS
No version of this ends with you getting away...
Six of them sped down the paved streets of the northern market bizarre, kicking their heels into the sides of their steeds and pushing them as fast and skillfully as they could without running anyone over.
They shouted out front, so most of the citizens knew to clear the way. A few stands were nudged and pots crashed to the ground. The Captain was second in their line-of-chase, riding a brilliant chestnut mustang - mane, tail, nose, and hooves all a creamy white. Her squad surrounded behind her and one led out front.
Thievery was becoming a bigger and bigger issue.. ever since the ice had frozen at the beginning of last season, those without food and import began to look for other means.
Now that it was finally thawing - thank the good Goddess - it seemed loyal bands of gangs had only been strengthened by the horrible happening.. what was once a minor disturbance, this season, was now one of the city's growing dangers. The economy struggled enough without it.
"Halt in the name of the Guard!" she called out loudly, chasing the young boy as he cut away from their clear path by ducking into alleys and sliding easily through and around market-ways. He was determined. She knocked her steed again, jutting forward as her front squad-member made a clear path towards him.
"Be still, thief!" her voice grew louder, right hand lowering across to her other hip to finally draw out the silver sword at her side.
Post by Charles Preston on May 28, 2014 23:37:45 GMT -6
Great, not even nine in the morning and Charlie was already in trouble. But maybe this time he’d bitten off more than he could chew. It had started off as a simple, easy morning with the locals of Aster being extremely generous with their purses. A quick cut here, a hand swipe there. Charlie’s pockets jingled loudly has he continued his pickpocketing. But, he’d been cocky, just like he often did when he was having a good morning. He’d attempted to cut the purse off of a guard’s saddle. And not just any guard, one of the Guardians. And now he had not one but six of them were hot on his tail, and riding horses no less. It was all Charlie could do to just stay one step ahead of them. He jumped from wall to wall along alley ways and grabbed lamp posts to make quick turns but they were still catching up to him.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if these were regular town guards. Those fools were easy to trick and only knew enough of the city to not get lost. But these Guardians, they knew every nook and cranny of this city and always blocked Charlie’s escape plans. He was smart enough to run in the opposite direction from the gang base. He wasn’t going to bring Scarlett or any of the others into this. He as on his own.
He ducked down one corner into an alley and jumped on one wall to get over a dumpster blocking the alley. It wouldn’t get them off his trail but it might give him more time to find an escape. He kept updating his internal clock to try and stay ahead of them but the seconds were quickly running out. He jumped out of the alley bumping into people walking by knocking them over. He could hear the chaos behind him from the horses and the captain yelling at him. What a great day to leave his sword at the base. He kept running and shouted back at her. “Not going to be that easy Dragon Lady!” He smirked at his name for the captain. Though it probably wasn’t a good idea to antagonize her, Charlie was still being cocky.
Post by Story E. Luminus on May 30, 2014 16:39:10 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS
Be still and answer.
Thievery was becoming more and more of an issue.. not just in how the numbers of reports grew, but with the amount of time they were spending on cases like this. They were chasing them down, fining them, and locking them up when really they should be guarding more important things. Aster was once a grand city of integrity and honor.. she wished the newer generation could see that and carry on the legacy. But the past winter season had pushed peoples' faith over the edge.
This thief in particular had tugged on a coin purse of Soldier Torym, a middle-aged man loyal to the guard through-and-through since his adolescent days. He was quick to react and even quicker to anger. Torym was one within her squad today, the squad currently chasing the boy. The thief took a quick cut through an ally and she shouted to the men to try and cut him off around the building's sides. The citizens were getting slower at moving out of the way.. simply because they were getting faster.
'Not going to be that easy Dragon Lady!'
A stab at her hair? Idiot.. she kept her eyes thinned and sped her horse behind one of her soldiers' - cutting quickly around the corner of the marketplace and dodging the plethora of folks that had been knocked over do to the thief's recklessness. They ran down street after street and finally were able to cut a clear path after splitting into two groups. One ran towards him from in front, the other (with her) from behind. The stopped in a large line in front of him as the people cleared away - the Captain yanking on her reigns to stop her own group around the other sides.
Tyrom, from the first group that had stopped, quickly jumped off of his horse and pulled his sword immediately - pointing it towards the surrounded boy. '
'I should cut your hand off, brat!' he shouted, face red with furry. "Soldier!" the Captain called out and all looked to her, falling quiet and still. "Get back on your horse."
'But, Ser,' he attempted arguing.
"Is this a young thief we're dealing with? Or a murderous grown man. Back on your horse. I will not say it again."
The man grumbled and slid his sword into the sheath on his belt before marching angrily back towards the steed and climbing atop his saddle. The Captain kicked her horse forward, walking it towards the younger boy and looking down at him - sword in hand, but not at the ready. "Your name," she ordered calmly. If he were wise.. he would speak it. She saved him what would have otherwise been a swift and unrighteous fate.
Post by Charles Preston on May 31, 2014 19:36:25 GMT -6
Damn horses. Charlie kept running knocking people left and right in an attempt to escape. He ducked through streets before coming face to face with a line of horses. He turned the other direction to see another line had formed behind him effectively trapping him. Well, shit. He turned to look at the guard he’d tried to steal from as he walked toward him with his sword. “Which hand would you like to cut off, this one?” He held up one fist palm up. “Or this one?” He held up the other palm down next to the first. He slowly rotated his palm down hand and raised his middle finger of the palm up hand at the guard.
The captain’s horse stepped forward and Charlie looked up at her. He knew who it was immediately, Captain Story Luminus. He bowed low sweeping his hand out. “And a good morning to you Captain Luminus. As for my name, I am N’b’dy.” Charlie really as pushing buttons now but he didn’t care. If you’re going to go down with the ship, might as well cause an explosion right?
He watched the captain’s expression at his unruliness. He knew of her reputation for upholding justice but he wasn’t about to go without stepping on some toes. It wasn’t in his nature to go quietly. Plus, it was so much more fun to piss off guards. He’d done it enough in Eastern Hryst to earn a reputation, as well as a reputation for the heists he used to pull off with his… partner. Charlie focused back on the present. He wasn’t about to let past thoughts get the better of him now. Especially since he’d pissed off all of the guards surrounding him in some way. He’d be lucky to get out of this alive.
Post by Story E. Luminus on Jun 8, 2014 19:07:39 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS
You've got one more chance.
The captain's face hardened at the boy's show of rebellion. So young.. and already chosen a path of such darkness and disobedience. This was not his fault. Not the government's fault. It was simply the world he grew up in.. a impoverished nation that once held a history of great glory. It was on the rise again.. but the damage to the public had been done. People lacked faith.. and the only faith they found was either in the goddess or in their ability to better their life's comfortability by breaking the law.
“And a good morning to you Captain Luminus. As for my name, I am N’b’dy."
Her eyes sighed as much as she did - jaw slightly jutting forward and the horse nudging a little beneath her. She held the reigns tightly and the sword as well, taking her eyes away from the boy just a moment before looking back down at him with new tactics.
"Careful, thief... I saved your fate once.. but you were, and still are, a thief," her head tilted barely, heels clicking to the steed's sides to trot a slow circle around him, "I would not test my mercy. I do not take you for someone unintelligent - so you should know well to accept what you can get at this point," her voice spoke quieter to him - eyes thinned but not angered. The captain made sure to include the small bit of respect she had for him as a citizen, his intelligence, to level the field between them.
"Your name. You know mine... 'tis only proper that I call you yours. Unless you prefer 'thief'. I'd rather find out myself instead of handing you over to some cell far beneath my upper chain of command," her lips pursed a little in-thought. How smart was this boy? She was Captain.. she could have him locked away until he told them everything about anything. She was offering him a way out. Story stopped her steed and leaned herself a little closer - speaking in an orderly tone. "Take the ticket, boy, I'm not offering it twice."
Post by Charles Preston on Jun 19, 2014 10:49:36 GMT -6
Charlie’s smirked slowly faded as the captain moved around him talking. She talked about mercy and saving him. He glanced around quickly to find a way out but once again, nothing. And even if he did get away, it wouldn’t be long until they caught up with him again. He looked back up at her when she leaned down to him. He thought about his options. He knew she could lock him up for a really long time. Not a good option. She could get them to make him squeal about the gang, maybe, if he broke. Also not a good option. Or he could take this ‘ticket’ she was offering and maybe save his sorry ass from some stupid punishment.
Charlie stared up at the captain in a final act of defiance before he sighed slightly. “My name is Charlie. What kind of ticket are you offering?” He was still a bit wary of her. This could just be a trap. If it was, he wasn’t going to go quietly. He’d heard the rumors about how whenever she took someone in, they weren’t seen again. He wasn’t about to disappear. Not with the gang still needing him. And his daughter. He watched the captain’s face hoping she wasn’t going to just lock him away in a dark cell. He hoped these guards around him also listened to her. He could defend himself but he’d rather not have to. If she gave the order, he’d fight but try to run. He was usually the one setting traps, he wasn’t about to be caught in one himself.
Post by Story E. Luminus on Jun 19, 2014 19:59:50 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS
Could be worse.
Her horse continued to slowly pace around. In the corners of her eyes, though they were focused clearly and dead-set on the boy below her, she could catch the itchiness of her armored men. They didn't know what she was doing, and worse, most didn't care. They wanted to throw the young man in jail and that be that. But that was precisely why she was in charge. She saw her duty differently.
The Captain could see the sudden lack of courage in his eyes. They didn't spark like they had a few moments ago.. probably the onset of some thought or the circumstance finally sinking in. Nevertheless, her expression never changed. It mattered little if he was depressed or aggressive, he would receive the same amount of respect that she was currently giving. When he spoke his name, she tugged the reigns of her steed to stop again, listening. Charlie..
"Too decent of a name for a thief, don't you think?" she rose a brow and cocked her head.
'What kind of ticket are you offering?'
She smirked, looking ahead and thinking to herself. Boy, was she about to cause a ruckus in her squad. "Men - to your posts! We're done here. I'll take the lad myself," she nodded to a few. The younger ones blinked and followed orders with confusion. A few of the more experienced knights stayed put and started complaining.
'Captain! He's a thief, we should put him in irons!'
'He made us run wild all across these streets!'
"Did I not give you an order?.." her head turned calmly with an exhausted face. "We got what we were chasing, and rest-assured the streets will be safer tonight thanks to your good work. Now-- to. your. posts." Her eyes rolled and she turned back to give her attention to the boy before leaning down and gripping the back of his shirt. She single-handedly (quite literally...) lifted him with her lips in a firm line and set him on the saddle behind her.
Why hadn't she checked him for gear? Tch.. he would've pulled it on her already with how close she'd leaned in.. Besides, he could stab the full plate armor all he wanted. She kicked her horse with a small tap as he walked forward - the city calm once again. "The ticket is we're going to talk, you and I."
Post by Charles Preston on Jun 20, 2014 20:33:38 GMT -6
Charlie kept his eyes on her as she rode her horse around him. He could sense the itchiness of the guards around him. He wasn’t about to get thrown in jail if he could help it. And she had mentioned a ticket, hopefully one that would keep him free. He stifled a laugh at her comment about his name. “Like a name matters anything to someone’s job. Would it be better if my name was Jester or Dodger?” He shook his head, a smirk coming back to his face. He might want to take the ticket but he was still cocky.
When she suddenly called the guards off and told them to return to their posts, his face once again shifted but this time to confusion. He looked around at them. Their glares at him seemed strengthened by her words. He was confused still but shook his head again. So much for keeping a low profile in Aster. Now half of the guard knew his name and his face. He might have to dust off that old suit for jobs sooner than he expected. The guards went off on her word. She obviously was someone they at least had to listen to. He was about to say another cocky comment that would have them at his throat but the woman grabbed him and lifted him onto her horse with one hand.
Charlie had his knife with him but feeling her lift him like a sack of potatoes made him realize that there was no way he’d win in a fight. Plus, she had armor. Even if he did pull out his knife. He couldn’t reach around to anywhere unprotected enough to do any damage. Plus, she was kind of hot in a badass and scary kind of way. He looked up at the back of her head when she said they were going to talk. “Well, I hope it’s not one of those attitude adjustment type of things. Those don’t really work for me.” He smirked again and wrapped his arms around her waist as she started off on her horse.
Post by Story E. Luminus on Jul 9, 2014 23:42:32 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS
HAND IT OVER...
She had responded with only a practiced silence. When a comeback was not necessary, it was better unspoken. He could have the last word if it meant so much to him.. the Captain minded very little. She rode on - people glancing up at her as the hooves of the horse clacked against the cobbled stone or bricks of the street.
Though her eyes were straight ahead, her ears could hear their murmurings and whispers about why on earth she would have a thief riding along behind her. And it was very evident she didn't care to explain anything to them. At all. It took only a little while to cross through the market ways and make her way onward towards the large castle-like building closer towards the coast-line of the city.
When she came through the gates (that were opened at the sight of her arrival), she kicked her steed to trot a little down the large, white-paved road to the building's large entrance. Her leg lifted and slid over the side of the horse, boots' metal chiming as she hopped down. Without care, Story began to walk forward. Guards came to the horse.. either forcefully removing him from it or waiting for him to hop off before taking it to the stables.
Up ornate staircases and down long halls, she eventually opened the large wooden door to her office and stepped inside. A hand reached across her chest, unbuckling a strap below her shoulder to remove the pauldron thereof - repeating the same action on the other side. Then came the breast plate, pulling it forward and undoing the straps before lying them on a side-table. The office was rather large.. a temporary bed in-case of staying late, a large desk, an outlook balcony.. her reward for having gotten to the place she was today.
But then she turned around to him - wearing only a black halfshirt, exposed belly and collarbones, and held her hand out. "No thief leaves home without a knife. Give it here," she nodded towards him - not asking.
Post by Charles Preston on Jul 12, 2014 18:33:56 GMT -6
People sped past his vision as he held onto the captain. It was all he could do to not fall off. It felt like no time before they arrived at one place he thought he’d never seen the inside of, the Knight’s stronghold. He hopped off the horse after she did, not letting the others the satisfaction of taking him off. Her strides were long and he had to trot along a little to keep up. Up stairs and through doors she led until they arrived at what Charlie assumed to be her office. A few furnishings were strewn about the room with a desk covered in papers.
He kept looking around the room before hearing clicks of metal and looked back at her. He watched her remove her armor, his eyes widening slightly seeing what was left underneath. Scary as she might be, she was still hot. When she held her hand out to take his knife, Charlie absentmindedly took it out and put it in her hand, his eyes darting all over her now exposed body. He looked back up and could see her eyes turned to a scowl and he quickly looked away pretending to act nonchalant. He put his arms up behind his head and looked around the room again.
“So, this is the dragon’s office. Never thought I’d be in here without having some part of me chained up.” He stretched arching backwards before looking back at her face. He’d already tempted fate by staring at her body. He felt that he’d rather be able to leave without losing a limb. “So, now that you’ve brought me here, what do you want to talk about cap’n?”