Cedric's Street(Voldar)

[Tojzek Kouba]

Anger prevented Tojzek from flinching as the man threatened him once more with thoughts of his sister’s suffering whilst grinding the knife further into his ribs.  He briefly considered turning on the man, but it would probably leave him with a fatal stab wound, and even if he got away, how would he know where to find Jituska?  Wordlessly he allowed himself to be steered by the thief, furious that he could not think of a better solution. He spotted the kind horseman as he walked, and silently willed the man to look in his direction, but no such luck.  In fact only person who noticed his plight was a woman clothed to the throat in dark purple, but she merely walked on by, clutching more tightly at her own purse.

Tojzek walked solidly towards the alley entrance, still carrying the bag of apples in one fist.  Just as they passed the place where he thought Jituska had been begging, something glinting in the morning sun caught his eye.  His knife!  Quickly dropping the apples right on top of the makeshift weapon (too quickly to be sure if it had really looked accidental) the boy twisted slightly away from the knife and stooped slowly down to pick up the bag, careful not to seem like he was attempting to run for it, but determined to retrieve his prize.  Grabbing the knife through the paper bag, and holding it close to his leg in an attempt to make sure it was hidden from the man, he rose gradually again.  His heart pumped in exhilaration at his cheekiness.  He was sure he would pay for it.

“I’m not going hungry” he said defensively, taking the cheeky-youngster act one step further, but submitting now submitting himself to the man's directions.  Let the man take him to where Jituska was, and then they would be able to attempt to escape.

[Capher]

Taloon was no fool and when the boy just happend to drop his scarf of apples on the ground and pick them up Taloon was sure the boy was up to something, but he did not see anything out of the ordinary. It was just the dropping of the scarf of apples a bit too convienent. Taloon half listened to the boy say something about not starving and pushed him along into the alley.

He led the boy down the alley, turned one way into another and then turned again and then suddenly in front of them were Jakal and Roget. Roget had a burlap sack with something inside of it thrown over his shoulder.  Jakal trotted up to Taloon, staring at the boy. "Is this the girls boyfriend?" He asked.

Taloon nodded. "Yeah, and Roget has the girl?" he asked.

Jakal nodded and twisted his head toward Roget who was walking toward them. Jakal grinned at the boy. "You have a spirited girlie, boy," he said and then turned and spoke to Taloon. "She pulled a knife on us, though you could see she did not know how to use one. I scared her enough and then Roget grabbed her wrist until she dropped it and then knocked her out.  We took her into the alley, bagged her and then waited for you. What are we going to do with the boy?" He asked.

Taloon thought about what Jakal had told him, especially about the knife, and then threw the boy against a wall. "Bag him!" Taloon ordered, "and quickly."

Jakal moved as quick as a cat and closed in on the boy and hit him over the head with a short stubby heavy cudgel. The boy sank to the ground and Jakal pulled out another sack and put it over the boy and both he and Taloon lifted the unconcious boy up and put him on Roget's other shoulder.

Roget grunted a little and readjusted the added weight, grinned and then they all took off, taking twisting turns every now and then as they went down one alley then the next.

"You sure did a job on the Commander and his friend, Taloon," Jakal said as they walked.

Taloon snarled, "If I hadn't you two would be in the dungeon or worse! I don't think they knew each other, but the stranger on the horse sure was interested in the girl. I wonder why?" Taloon mused.

"I suppose so. Thank you Taloon," Jakal said.

"Yeah tanks," Roget added.

"Never mind," Taloon said. "Still I wonder why the stranger was so interested in the girl?"

"Perhaps he thought she was a whore," Jakal offered.

Taloon hit him on the back of his head. "Stupid, if he thought she was a whore why would he give her a blanket and give coins to her boyfriend? No, something else about this girl drew that stranger to her."

Jakal rubbed his head as he thought of what Taloon had said. He glanced back at Roget, "Did you pick up that blanket and the pack she was carrying?" he asked.

Roget stopped suddenly, a frown creasing his mouth. His heavy brows furrowed.

"Dammit Roget. Do I have to think of everything?" Jakal yelled.

"Sorry Jakal. Should I go back and get it?" Roget asked, turning around.

"You could not think your way out of a wet sack, Jakal. And Roget are you planning on carrying those two all the way back to Cedric's street where the Commander is probably still searching for them?" He asked in disgust. 

"Oh, I did not think about that, Taloon," Roget answered.

Jakal just stood there, glaring at Taloon's back. He did not like being called stupid. Roget was stupid, not him.

"Do not worry about the blanket or the pack. Even if the Commander or stranger finds them they cannot lead them to us," Taloon said. "Let's get going," he ordered.

OOC rest will be posted in Malgion's Thread.

[Altario Shialt-eck-Gorrin]

Madcaps.  Altario scowled at the name.  If they were that well known, why not ferret them out and take care of the problem.  It seemed simple enough to him, but then, in Altario's mind, most things were black or white.  He believed in very few shades of grey.

He took another quick look about.  "No, Commander, they've just vanished."  He turned back to the man in black, but Scar had retreated to where the old donkey owner stood next to where his animal lay on the ground.  Altario watched the warrior kneel next to the beast, then give the old man some coin.  He could not hear the conversation, but he could guess as to what it was about.

As Scar returned, a simple smirk crossed Altario's features.  "Seems I am not alone in this soft spot for the poor."  He then listened to Scar's plan, frowning.  No, he did not wish to leave, but another cursory look about told Altario that the commander was right.  They were gone.  If they hoped to find them, they would need a plan.  He paused, wishing there was another way.  Sighing, he dug his heels into Horse's flanks.

He followed along with the commanders long stride pace.  He could not help but feel respect for the man.  He carried himself well.

[Capher]

"Seems I am not alone in this soft spot for the poor," Altario said to him.

Damien gave a small smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Just one neighbor helping out another," he said as he walked.

OOC rest in Arth's.

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

Taloon

The bustle of the street was all around them as they stepped out of an alleyway. Placing a on hand each on the scrawny shoulders of the kids, he maneuvered them to a small niche behind the many stalls. Turning to face both of them, he started to lecture them about their job.

"You two. I don't give a damn what you do, I don't care what or how you steal anything, just get me back 2 ods worth of valuables. You get caught, scream. I'll be there somehow, I'll get you both out. When you got the stuff, come back here. Watch out for guards, don't get killed, and if you don't get the assigned quota..."

Taloon left the sentence hanging. He always found it more effective if he let people fill in the blanks; their imagination always conjured up something worse that what he could have said. Grabbing their shoulders again, Taloon pushed both roughly into the crush of the crowd outside. Stepping out behind them, he gave both kids a gruff pat on the head, before moving forwards.

In the blink of an eye, he had melted into the surrounding sea of humans, and was now gone. Jitsuka and Tojzek were alone.

[Jituska Kouba]

The small blonde girl looked up at Taloon with big brown eyes as he explained what it was they were supposed to do. Steal two ods of valuables? All right... but how was she to know how much two odds was? Everything money-related was always taken care of by Tojzek. And at home she'd never learned how to calculate or even read. However, the thief didn't seem in a particular hurry to give more explanation, so she just nodded her understanding and turned around, facing her brother.

"I think we'll attract less attention if we separate. I'll be careful, and so should you. Good luck, Tojz. I won't be gone long." With that, she stood up on tippy-toes and gave her brother a quick peck on the cheek. Then, without waiting for an answer from him she disappeared into the crowd of people who had come out to enjoy the sunshine. She was fairly certain he would object to her going off on her own, after he'd so recently convinced the thieves to let her stay close to him, but she knew that she'd have most success if she was alone.

Perhaps her skinny frame or lanky dress drew the attention of one or two ladies, but all they did was look at her for a moment, shake their heads, and continue their shopping. Besides, it wasn't as if she was the only streetchild in a big city like Voldar. She was hardly the exception. So for the most part, she was able to remain unnoticed as she stepped here and there, deciding who would be her victim. In the end, she decided on a rather well-dressed man who was talking to a stall-owner, apparently haggling over something - Jituska didn't care to see what. She chose him for a very specific reason - namely that he had been the one she'd bumped into earlier that day, when she'd been trying to get a closer look at the man dressed in black. He'd given her that arrogant reaction, and now she would get him back. The other reason, of  course, was the very fat purse that he'd so carelessly hung on his belt - just too far to really keep an eye on it.

She decided that she was coming from the wrong direction to steal from him - the stall owner would probably see her. She crossed the street, went on a little, then doubled back on the right side of the street again. Now she was coming to him from just the right angle, she thought. She made sure that she made no furtive movements, but not to walk too carefree either - she was just a child without a particular goal, but no reason to linger. The distance between her and her prey slowly decreased until she was so close that she could actually touch him. With deft fingers, she untied the purse, grabbed a few coins, all in the space of a moment. She even found the time to close the purse again - more or less. It would depend on the man whether or not he noticed that something had happened. She didn't wait to find out, instead walking on at the same pace as before, disappearing out of view of the stall before the owner of the purse decided to take it.

In a quiet corner she looked at the coins that she'd pickpocketed. However, the only reaction this caused was a frowning of her eyebrows. So did she have two ods or not? There were some small round coins, and some triangular ones, and there were a few squares. However, she had no idea how much she was holding in her hand, so she decided to just give it all to Taloon and see if she would need to steal something else. When she arrived back at the place where he'd sent them out, she couldn't see him, but she was fairly sure he was around here somewhere - that's what he'd said. So she waited, trying to be as unobtrusive as she could.

[Tojzek Kouba]

Tojzek kept his eye on the older man as they walked steadily after him.  He wondered idly what would happen if he would just grab Jituska’s hand once more and disappear into the crowds.  There were so many people in this city, would the gang really be able to find them again?  Dark, frustrated eyes glanced at down to the girl at his side….no, he didn’t quite dare risk it, at least not when the quick-fingered Taloon was about.  The boy had seen how fast he could move before, and was wary to test it out again.  Maybe if he waited a little while some other poor soul would step into the man’s path. 

They were led quickly and efficiently back to the same street they had come from earlier.  At first Tojz did not realise this, but he recognised the place where the apple-cart had stood.  People were avoiding walking through the area and a gap in the crowd showed him why; a large blood stain darkened the cobbles.  No-one had been to clear it up yet.  This seemed strange to the young man, as if so much had changed in the last few hours that the small amount of time which had passed was simply not enough to contain it all.  But here was the proof right in front of them.

Taloon spoke the usual intimidating line or two, ordering them to find something worth two ods.  Somehow the threats had less weight out here in the sunshine though, without enclosing walls or ring of men.  Tojz cursed all the fairy tales he had ever heard – daylight had not helped the wretched donkey had it?  Jituska said something, but he hadn’t quite been concentrating, and in the moment it took him to replay the words in his head she had quickly landed a kiss on his cheek and run off.  A shout formed in his throat but he cut it back, not wanting to draw attention to himself or bring the now-invisible Taloon running.  Damn it, where had she gone!?  What if she got caught?  Would the other man help her or slit her throat for being so careless?  Tojz stood quietly to one side of the road, getting his bearings and calming his fluttering heart down.

A couple of minutes later and the strange look from a nearby stallholder made him realise it was time to get going.  He could not do anything for Jituska right now accept find those two ods and hope for the best, so he began walking purposefully down the street as if he was on the way to a real job.  However, his eyes were constantly scanning stalls as he went, checking for badly-guarded wares which were never-the-less small and easy to carry.  A jewellery stall caught his eye but as he moved towards it the craftsman watched him like a hawk, so he walked on. 

Nearly at the end of the rows of stalls, where they were thinning out a little, he spotted something with potential.  The little covered table was covered in hideously-decorated potter;, vases, plates, bowls etc.  On the pretence of avoiding a horse which its master was attempting to push down the street, the young boy backed up to the display, and quickly whipped his hand out to grab whatever it was on the end of the table, stowing it equally speedily in his pocket.  Unfortunately the man on the horse choose just that moment to look around at him, and shouted out to the stall owner, pointing at Tojz.  However, in the few moments of confusion where everyone was trying to work out what everyone else meant, the young thief had stepped unobtrusively into one of the alleyways.  Knowing he had only a minute or so before people realised what had happened, Tojz climbed nimbly onto a pile of firewood and then hauled himself onto a low section of roof.  This covered an outhouse of one of the much taller buildings, and he lifted himself rather forcefully, swinging his legs and body over the edge.  Fear gave him strength and speed, and he was quickly hidden on top of the crumbling stone work – his heart beating fast and his side throbbing from where he had landed rather heavily.  No time to investigate that now however, he was stuck on the roof until the cry died down a little and people gave up looking.  He hoped Jituska had faired better than him and that she wouldn’t worry too much when he didn’t come back for a while.

[Capher]

Roget still smarting from the dressing down from Horace and still lusting after the young girl Jituska decided to watch her from a discreet distance of course, he did not want Taloon to see him. His pale brown eyes followed every move she made, every swing of her hips, though she was so skinny there was not much of a swing, but he imagined the woman she would turn out to be; with full pouty lips, a swing in her hips and with her blonde hair; she would make any man turn his head her way.  He just wanted that man to be him, but no, Horace stopped his fun. One day old man, like Taloon always says, one day there will come a reckoning and I plan on doing the wrecking. Roget laughed to himself as he continued to watch.

He had to give the girl credit. At first she seemed that she was just going to beg from some old rich broads but she continued on and the broads paid her no attention, like as if she were not even there. Then he saw her pick out her target. An arrogant man who had a healthy purse that hung so invitingly on his waist. Any thief with a good sharp knife could cut those strings and be off and disappear in the crowd before anyone knew what had happened. But Roget knew that the girl did not have a knife!

He crept closer to see what she would do.

She began walking toward the man, but then stopped, paused as if she were thinking, and then crossed the street and came up behind the man instead. Roget at first was puzzled by this when he noticed the stall owner's position. He smiled inwardly, she was smart. Even if she had been lucky enough to get the man's purse the stall owner definately would have seen her do so and she would have lost a hand, if not two, depending upon how influential the target was.

Roget watched and almost jumped up with glee and admiration as he saw the girl actually untie the man's purse, snatch her hand inside and then in a move that even Roget would not thought possible; she tied the pouch back up and then left and melded in with the crowd.

Roget walked away shaking his head...either she was that good, or she had been lucky. Problem was, he did not know which?

[Capher]

Roget found Taloon with one foot leaning against a stone wall in the shadow of a building cutting off pieces of an apple with his knife. He was wearing a non-descrip, weather worn dusky brown cloak over the same colored pants. The cloak hung almost to his knees. Roget thought for a thief that a cloak that hung that low would hinder, not help, but the cloak was not what it looked liked, at least not inside, where it counted. Inside were many hidden pockets and slits that Taloon could pull his hands out of and in after taking someone's purse and never be discovered, even if he stood right next to the person he stole from.

Roget strolled up to him. "You would not believe what I just saw?"

Taloon popped a slice of apple into his mouth and began to chew. "What?" he asked.

"The girl, she stole some money and..."

"So what? Where is she and how much did she get?" Taloon asked interrupting Roget.

"I do not know. but what I was going to say was how she did it. I did not think there was anyone that good except perhaps you and the Cat," Roget said eagerly.

Taloon swallowed. "What did she do?" He asked, his curiosity now peeked.

"She's smart, that one. She picked her target, a man with a heavy purse hanging on his belt. A thief like myself could have taken it with one quick swipe of a sharp knife, but the girl does not have a knife, remember?"

"Yeah, so what did she do?" Taloon asked, now fully interested.

"She came up behind the guy, untied his purse, snatched a few coins out of the purse and then she tied it back up again and all with several blinks and the guy did not even notice! What do you think about that?" Roget asked proudly as if he had done the deed himself.

Taloon's face became thoughtful and then he pushed off the wall. "I have an idea, but first lets see how much money she got and how her brother did. I heard some commotion farther down where he was headed. I hope he did not get caught. It would be a shame for someone so young to lose a hand so early."

And then he laughed. A very cruel laugh.

[Capher]

Taloon with Roget besides him went in search for Jit, as they called her for her full name was a bit difficult pronounce. They found her where Taloon had told her to go. She was waiting for Taloon but shied away and pressed her back to the wall when she saw Roget with Taloon. Taloon saw the reaction.

"Roget, why don't you go get something to eat or something while I talk to Jit. Seems she does not like you for some reason," he said with a smile.

Roget scowled. "I don't want to go. I want to see how much she got from that man, besides she is so purty." He grinned at Jit.

"That was not a request, Roget. Now go!" Taloon ordered, with steel in his voice.

Roget looked up at Taloon was about to say something but changed his mind, shrugged his shoulders and sauntered off down the street.  He was very angry and his thoughts turned to killing someone. Perhaps the next person I meet or steal from will lose his life as well.

Taloon watched Roget go down the street for awhile and then turned his attention back to Jit. "Roget told me some interesting story about you. How much did you get from the man you stole from?" He asked her.

[Tojzek Kouba]

Tojzek lay flat on the low roof, horribly aware of the bright sunlight making his hiding place only safe from below.  If anyone looked out of the windows or even stuck their head over the wall he had hefted himself over, he would be spotted.  On the other hand if he moved, the danger was that he would slip on the slippery surface and the noise would draw someone to him.  Fear and tension made his heart beat faster, and the skin on his wrist was tingling.  He had a nasty suspicion that the punishment for stealing in this city would be the same as in Calamad.  The digits on his right hand twitched in horror at the thought, and he wished Jituska were nearby.  Somehow when he was busy worrying for her, he couldn’t be so concerned about his own fate.  But even with the turbulent thoughts circling around his skull his body remained almost completely still.  Taught, wiry muscles took the strain of the uncomfortable position and adrenalin gave them extra stamina.

After around ten minutes the thud of his heart began to slow, and he noticed the pain in his side was a little sharper than a usual bruise.  Raising himself ever so slightly up from the roof, pale brown eyes scanned the right hand side of is form.  New, fresh blood dribbled from a deep-looking cut, the pieces of his broken prize  lay underneath him, a few tiny shards still imbedded in his flesh.  Mentally swearing at his poor luck and skill, Tojzek shuffled quietly away from them and into what little shadow there was.  Unfortunately there was little he could do about the injury now – he didn’t even want to sit up in order to remove the pottery pieces - flat was better.  Great.  Not only had he almost got caught, he nothing to show for it except a bleeding wound.  Berating himself for his clumsiness at least heled calm his nerves a little.

What Tojzek reckoned to be around thirty minutes had past, and he could hold himself still no longer.  Listening intently to the sounds below, he crept towards the side of the roof, leaving a fresh blood mark where he had been lying.  Lifting himself once more on his elbows, he peered cautiously out onto the little alleyway below.  Tense and concentrating on keeping as still as he could, the boy unconsciously held his breath too as he scanned the area below him.  Was it safe to slip away from his hiding place yet?

[Capher]

Jakal had been sent by Taloon to keep an eye on the boy. He watched as the boy clumsily took some pottery from a stand. He smiled cruely when the sounds of outrage met his ears and he saw the boy run.

He followed a discreet distance and suddenly the boy had disappeared and the crowd was searching the alleyway's and other streets. Jakal stood at the corner of the alley where they boy ran into and then had mysteriously disappeared. Jakal slowly went down the alley, checking back doors which were locked from the other side. He was confused. Where did the boy go?

He went back down the alley again thinking...and then he looked up and saw several tiles of one of the roofs disturbed and one was cracked.  Of course those things could have happened naturally, with the weather and all but Jakal was sure that the boy had somehow swung his way up on the roof and was either hiding up there or had scampered over the roof and was someplace else.

Jakal slowly looked over the situation and concluded the boy must be hiding up there. The sun was too bright, and if the boy had tried to scamper over the roof he would have been seen. The boy was smart to lay flat upon the roof until the crowd looking for him left.

Jakal looked down and up the alley to make sure no one was looking his way or coming his way. It was clear.

He called up softly, "The way is clear boy. Come on down and let's get out of here before someone comes along."

[Tojzek Kouba]

The few words uttered from the small street below caused Tojzek’s body to freeze automatically, halting the slow and steady motion of raising his head higher from the tiled roof.   However, as his mind deciphered the words themselves and the unpleasantly familiar face, he pushed himself into action.  Body no less tense than when he had spotted the man, Tojz nimbly swung his legs around and landed lightly and catlike in the street.  For a short moment the boy considered attempting to hide the blood from Jakal, but there was little point; the older man had no doubt noticed the dark stain his light blue shirt already. Instead Tojz took a look himself, smoothing the fabric around it and quickly whipping out the largest of the pieces.  The shard was only around the size of his thumbnail, and yet he felt unhappy about leaving it on the floor were anyone could see it. He tossed it down by the pile of wood which he had used to clamber onto the roof; down in the dark shadow where it would most likely be missed.

All the tiny actions had been completed with a fluid efficiency so that now when he turned back to Jakal, only a few moments had passed.  Tojz stood in front of this man, his face showing the hatred from the cellar before, but slightly softened with relief.  It was good to have someone watching his back, but then this was somewhat marred by who was forcing him to steal in the first place.  He folded his arms across his chest, covering the small wound, and waited for Jakal to speak.  The man probably knew the best way back to their little hideaway, and Tojz was not exactly in the mood for small talk.  Anything he said would only delay their arrival, and lying alone on the rooftop had only made him more anxious for Jituska.  He wanted to be sure she had not been caught.  And what would these men do to the two of them if they had both failed the mission? They would probably punish him somehow, and he was prepared for it, but what if they did something to hurt her?  Would they force her into the industry she had only just narrowly escaped?  Eyes fixed on Jakal’s chest, but glaring at it with a sharp, angry intensity, the boy waited.

[Jituska Kouba]

Jituska glared at Roget as the two men approached, pressing back into the wall as he came closer. The other one, Taloon? told him to go away. Jituska felt relief washing over her, gratitude even, despite her knowledge that he'd been part of the group in the basement. One last glare at Roget's retreating back satisfied her, then she smiled at Taloon, who was asking her about what she stole. She shrugged, a bit nonchalantly, and extended her hand to give the coins in it to the thief. "I dunno how much it is. You'll have to count it, I don't know anything about money." Or calculating things in her head, for that matter, but she didn't tell him that, it was no business of his.

When she had given the coins to Taloon, she leaned back against the wall again, this time more relaxed than she had been. She looked to the left and to the right, trying to determine where her brother had gone and if he was coming back yet. If he was, he was not in sight yet, though, so she fixed her attention back on Taloon, waiting for him to tell her if she needed to steal more.

She sniffed as she waited, then wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Her throat was tickling, and started to feel... well, red was the only thing she could think of as a word for what it started to feel like. She knew it didn't actually look red on the outside, but she kinda imagined that was the colour on the inside. Red and starting to swell shut. She just knew that within days, probably even within hours, she was going to have difficulty eating anything. Ah well, she'd survive, like she'd survived all her other bouts of the cold.

She sniffed again, then coughed, trying to rid her throat of the tickly red feeling. She bit her lip for a moment in anticipation of Taloon's reaction, hoping for it to be a good one. She'd like to get some praise, and not for being 'purdy' and worthy of their... attention. The kind of attention that she wanted had nothing to do with their lower body, and everything with their words and the look in their eyes - not just these particular men, who'd made her feel horrible with their actions, who'd made her steal. She needed it from everyone, she needed to feel that what she'd done was good. She looked at his face intently, trying to read it as he counted. What would he say? Please let it be good...

[Capher]

Jakal

Jakal watched as the boy came off the roof. Jakal appraised the movement; the boy moved well, he did not face Jakal right away and seemed to be brushing himself off. Jakal was wondering if the boy was trying to hide some coin somewhere and his eyes narrowed as the boy turned to face him.

They boy was a bit disheveled, and held his hands in front of his chest and glared at Jakal. Jakal glared back, as if a boy was going to scare him, besides if the boy wanted help from someone watching his back he better cool off his attitude. In a way Jakal could sympathize with the boy, as he had been forced to steal himself or have his one of his fingers cut off by another leader of the MadCaps when he was about this boy's age, perhaps a bit younger, more about the age of the boy's sister he reckoned.

Jakal took another quick furtive glance up and down the alley and saw no one at the moment, but that did not mean that they were safe, for anyone could show up at anytime and usually it was at the wrong time. "Let's get going. You can show me what you stole after we move out of this area," Jakal ordered.

He gently shoved the boy forward and noticed the boy give a slight grimmace but quickly overcame it and began to walk where Jakal directed. 

Jakal led them through several streets and alleys and then made the boy stop. "Ok, this is good enough. Let's see what you got? And no holding back, if I think you're hiding something I'll gut you like a fish!" Jakal threatened.

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