(A thank you to Mephala's player for her part in this chaotic story. Since the player finally made a profile for her, here it is! Mephala)
Dawn of the Whispering Lady
"Thieves, the lot of 'em," the patrol officer scowled to his comrade in a stage whisper. "There 'ave been more and more of 'em roamin' the streets. If only we could round 'em all up and dump 'em in the river." The burly officer crossed his arms over his broad chest, shifting a narrow gaze to the shorter officer standing beside him. "Tossed a couple o' them in the slammer m'self. Lotta good that did. Someone always lets 'em loose..."
That was as much as Shayne listened to, losing interest quickly as he made his silent approach behind the Vanir guards. Clips of words and phrases brought a smile to his face as irony struck in his mind, brought a coy smile to his face. Whine and gripe about thieves? Oh you'll just love this one then. Want to see a magic trick? Shayne thought to himself, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as nimble fingers effortlessly dove into the burly guard's pocket.
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Whistling, a broad smile crinkled the edges of his mouth as evergreen eyes watched the stolen coin purse get tossed into the air then drop heavily into his hand. Worn shoes dusted the cobblestone streets as the evening hours cast shadows across the ground and the fog gave a hazy light around the lanterns and candles illuminating the windows of the wooden homes lining each side of the street. "Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy," he sang, out of tune and with little rhythm to back the words.
"Now, I can only imagine what this goes to," he sang, the coin purse thudded into his palm before he pocketed it, turning his attention instead to the skeleton key in his other palm. Rolling and turning the metal key in his hand, he imagined the possibilities: a vault, the home of the guard, maybe even the cells in the prison. A darker smile manifested on his face as he imagined unleashing the Vanir prisoners back onto the streets. Quick job, in and out. Slip in, slip out. Unnoticed. I could pull tha' off, piece o' cake.
Watching intently without a hint of seemingly existing. For decades, centuries of simply observing. How odd it struck the girl that so little of the 'mortal' races even had any acknowledgement of the subtle nature of their world that were indeed her family, Daedra. For far too long they lived on ignorantly, with only small 'cults' taking even the slightest of notice. It was only in watching this simple street rat with the nimble fingers that ignited a thought, sparked an idea in her nearly limitless mind. I'll begin the start of a new ear for these little creatures. They will know us, know me. Starting with him~ thoughts murmured to herself in her solitude. Soon to be broken.
"Neat trick, I bet there's plenty who could find use in that little talent of yours." Faint whispers to the lad's ears, and his alone. " Does it not get boring? Doing the same thing over and over on a daily basis? How mundane an existence that must be."
His mind had been wrapping around idea after idea of what the key could lead to, some possible and logical while others were so outrageous they were merely for his own amusement. Giant mountains of coin, locked in a vault in the depths of the city. Just waiting for a thief to come by and-- He didn't finish that thought.
The slow roll of the metallic key halted in his palm, green eyes ticking and staring ahead as all of his movement ceased. The soft dusting of steps had stopped with a final scuff over the stones, his shoulders and frame growing rigid as the woman's voice had come to him as clear as day and so sudden. With another blink of an eye, his head swiveled and caused the dark brown mop of hair to shift around a square jawline, taut with tension.
He said nothing while his eyes narrowed in the midst of his scanning the street and the neighboring alleys. Searching for the owner of the voice, as if she was a shadow waiting to pop out. "Who're ye? Don'tcha know that spying on people ain't polite?" His tone was guarded, suspicious with the thought that someone had been spying on him. Had caught him in the act of thievery. And yet, he went on. "Sure there's plenty tha' could use the skill, but if there were more o' us, then it wouldn't be a skill now, would it? It'd be common, and useless."
His feet started slowly forward, his head turning this way and that, looking for the woman. "Guess it could get borin'... if ye don't know how to challenge yerself. But I guess event'lly, ya'd run outta challenges..." He babbled on, only to bite his tongue when frustration struck cords in his chest when he couldn't find the owner of the voice. "Ye gonna come outta the shadows or wha'?" His top lip curled with a scowl, his fist clutching the skeleton key until indents of the metal could be traced in his palm.
She let out a soft, yet drawn out sigh. "Spying? Politeness is a deceitful trick of your kin my little Mortal." Faint giggling ensued after her remark, only to be followed by more answers to his questioning. "The shadows? I'm not hiding at all. You see, or rather... Don't see. That's just the typical folly of your kind. Always so focused on what they can see, and not what can simply be unseen. A thief should now that what's unseen can still be very much there. But... I Digress, you will not be able to see me, not for a time. For I, and those like me, we are beyond your little world. As vast as it may be, 'tis only one of many, and many more yet to come. And now, it's my turn for questions. What if... I were to tell you the 'challenges' as you call them, never have to end? Boredom only afflicts those who've no real understanding of entertainment. Your game you play now will eventually come to an end. And that luck of yours will run out. Did you now they'll take your hand if you're caught stealing a mere three times? Take it clean off. And typically infection kills those who lose that precious appendage." For some reason or another, her impulsive decision to 'pick' this mortal seemed even more a better decision by the minute. He amused her greatly already. I do hope this amusement doesn't end quickly...
Dawn of the Whispering Lady
"Thieves, the lot of 'em," the patrol officer scowled to his comrade in a stage whisper. "There 'ave been more and more of 'em roamin' the streets. If only we could round 'em all up and dump 'em in the river." The burly officer crossed his arms over his broad chest, shifting a narrow gaze to the shorter officer standing beside him. "Tossed a couple o' them in the slammer m'self. Lotta good that did. Someone always lets 'em loose..."
That was as much as Shayne listened to, losing interest quickly as he made his silent approach behind the Vanir guards. Clips of words and phrases brought a smile to his face as irony struck in his mind, brought a coy smile to his face. Whine and gripe about thieves? Oh you'll just love this one then. Want to see a magic trick? Shayne thought to himself, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as nimble fingers effortlessly dove into the burly guard's pocket.
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Whistling, a broad smile crinkled the edges of his mouth as evergreen eyes watched the stolen coin purse get tossed into the air then drop heavily into his hand. Worn shoes dusted the cobblestone streets as the evening hours cast shadows across the ground and the fog gave a hazy light around the lanterns and candles illuminating the windows of the wooden homes lining each side of the street. "Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy," he sang, out of tune and with little rhythm to back the words.
"Now, I can only imagine what this goes to," he sang, the coin purse thudded into his palm before he pocketed it, turning his attention instead to the skeleton key in his other palm. Rolling and turning the metal key in his hand, he imagined the possibilities: a vault, the home of the guard, maybe even the cells in the prison. A darker smile manifested on his face as he imagined unleashing the Vanir prisoners back onto the streets. Quick job, in and out. Slip in, slip out. Unnoticed. I could pull tha' off, piece o' cake.
Watching intently without a hint of seemingly existing. For decades, centuries of simply observing. How odd it struck the girl that so little of the 'mortal' races even had any acknowledgement of the subtle nature of their world that were indeed her family, Daedra. For far too long they lived on ignorantly, with only small 'cults' taking even the slightest of notice. It was only in watching this simple street rat with the nimble fingers that ignited a thought, sparked an idea in her nearly limitless mind. I'll begin the start of a new ear for these little creatures. They will know us, know me. Starting with him~ thoughts murmured to herself in her solitude. Soon to be broken.
"Neat trick, I bet there's plenty who could find use in that little talent of yours." Faint whispers to the lad's ears, and his alone. " Does it not get boring? Doing the same thing over and over on a daily basis? How mundane an existence that must be."
His mind had been wrapping around idea after idea of what the key could lead to, some possible and logical while others were so outrageous they were merely for his own amusement. Giant mountains of coin, locked in a vault in the depths of the city. Just waiting for a thief to come by and-- He didn't finish that thought.
The slow roll of the metallic key halted in his palm, green eyes ticking and staring ahead as all of his movement ceased. The soft dusting of steps had stopped with a final scuff over the stones, his shoulders and frame growing rigid as the woman's voice had come to him as clear as day and so sudden. With another blink of an eye, his head swiveled and caused the dark brown mop of hair to shift around a square jawline, taut with tension.
He said nothing while his eyes narrowed in the midst of his scanning the street and the neighboring alleys. Searching for the owner of the voice, as if she was a shadow waiting to pop out. "Who're ye? Don'tcha know that spying on people ain't polite?" His tone was guarded, suspicious with the thought that someone had been spying on him. Had caught him in the act of thievery. And yet, he went on. "Sure there's plenty tha' could use the skill, but if there were more o' us, then it wouldn't be a skill now, would it? It'd be common, and useless."
His feet started slowly forward, his head turning this way and that, looking for the woman. "Guess it could get borin'... if ye don't know how to challenge yerself. But I guess event'lly, ya'd run outta challenges..." He babbled on, only to bite his tongue when frustration struck cords in his chest when he couldn't find the owner of the voice. "Ye gonna come outta the shadows or wha'?" His top lip curled with a scowl, his fist clutching the skeleton key until indents of the metal could be traced in his palm.
She let out a soft, yet drawn out sigh. "Spying? Politeness is a deceitful trick of your kin my little Mortal." Faint giggling ensued after her remark, only to be followed by more answers to his questioning. "The shadows? I'm not hiding at all. You see, or rather... Don't see. That's just the typical folly of your kind. Always so focused on what they can see, and not what can simply be unseen. A thief should now that what's unseen can still be very much there. But... I Digress, you will not be able to see me, not for a time. For I, and those like me, we are beyond your little world. As vast as it may be, 'tis only one of many, and many more yet to come. And now, it's my turn for questions. What if... I were to tell you the 'challenges' as you call them, never have to end? Boredom only afflicts those who've no real understanding of entertainment. Your game you play now will eventually come to an end. And that luck of yours will run out. Did you now they'll take your hand if you're caught stealing a mere three times? Take it clean off. And typically infection kills those who lose that precious appendage." For some reason or another, her impulsive decision to 'pick' this mortal seemed even more a better decision by the minute. He amused her greatly already. I do hope this amusement doesn't end quickly...