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There's Big Guys... and Then There's Bigger Guys...
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 2, 2014 1:48:07 GMT
OPEN TO STEPHEN ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Danny was standing on a overturned wooden crate calling out his services. "All yer knowledge an' know-how fer woodland wanderin'! Don't get got by the ghouls! Need to know? Well, I gots yer way ta go! Journals, filled ta burstin' with all the monster mumbo jumbo ye'll ever need ta know ta get yer goods. Fer a price, I can even take ya through the woods in the dead a' night! Guaranteed yeh'll make it safe if ya follow my guides, an' yer chances of livin' go up five-hunnerd percent when yer usin' one'a my journals!" The sun was setting behind Danny's back, so it was getting close to time to call it for the day. Antonio Boskell rounded a corner just in time to hear Danny's peddling.
"'ey dere Danny. Yer gots meh money fer lettin' yeh off de hook last time?" Bosk grinned down at the boy.
"Evenin' Bosk..." Danny chuckled nervously. "I thought we was even after ya nabbed me an' took me to the Baron's..."
"Now, now, Danny boyo, dat didn' gimme notin' to feed meh family wit."
Danny looked around the street, gave Bosk a sheepish grin, then bolted as fast as his legs could carry him. After a moment, he heard the bear that was Bosk taking pursuit. "Lemme alone Bosk! I ain' got nothin'!" Danny turned a corner and began rapidly scaling one of the building's walls. He was almost to the top when Bosk rounded the corner, searching for the boy. "Danny! I'ma get'choo. Yeh'll be payin' me even'chilly."
Danny crept across the rooftop as quietly as he could, but hit a weak spot in the roof, and fell through, right into the middle of a brothel. Danny simply lay on the ground, dazed.
Stephen was sitting in the corner of the brothel when the boy fell through the roof. He had his Assassin gear on, which consisted of an overly large, high collared black coat which he could conceal his throwing knives in. He had on muddy pants and equally as dirty boots. He had his patch over his right eye so that his abnormal yellow eye showed.
He was on a mission to take out one of the customers in this . Apparently the man had murdered quite a few dollymop. Oh course they were all Andersweltlers dollymops so the military had not perused this case with much zeal. So, here he was, ready to give the man the "judgment" that which he deserved. So he should not get involved with other distractions. This boy had caught his attention though. What the hell was he doing?
Stephen mentally yelled at himself as he walked over to look at the guy, wanting to make sure he was okay. "That was quite the entrance" he mumbled around the toothpick in his mouth. He turned his head to the window when he heard shouting outside. "Running from someone are we?" he asked, the amused smile hidden behind his collar. Why was he talking to this kid? This would only end badly.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 2, 2014 2:50:02 GMT
"Wha-huh?" Danny looked up at the person looming over him. Menacing looking fellow... Danny scrambled to his feet and dusted himself off. "Jus' Bosk... ya figure out how ta get away from 'im when yer down 'ere long enough." Danny pulled his scarf higher up his face. "Anyways, nice as it is talkin' in a dollymop house, I ain' stickin' around none." Danny ran to one of the windows, look around outside, looked down, and then launched himself out the window at the opposite wall. He slammed into the wall and clung to it for dear life as he caught his breath. After a moment's rest, he began climbing back up the wall to the roof.
Stephen watched the boy scamper away with amusement. He spotted his target come down the stairs and instantly went back into business mode. He pretended to be cleaning his boots as the nervous, twitchy fellow walked out. Stephen got up and started to trail the man, chewing on his toothpick as he concentrated on his victim.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 2, 2014 3:11:39 GMT
Danny got to the roof, dashed across, and leapt as far as he could to the next building. He caught the edge of the building in his hands and hung for a moment. Danny pulled himself up to the roof and trotted across. Danny trotted across the top and came to another building cluster. He peered down at the street below. No Bosk... but something else caught his attention. The bloke from the brothel was following some weasley man. Interested, Danny began trailing the skulking man from the rooftops, who was trailing the weasel man through the streets.
Stephen did not notice the small figure following him from above. The twitch man ducked down an ally way and Stephen smirked under his coat.
'Got you right where I want you.'
He turned the corner and slipped his hand into his sleeve, taking hold of one of his throwing knives. "Excuse me sir, but might you be the infamous Mr. Pocksley?" The man visible jumped at the voice and spun around to face him "I don' kno' what yer talkin' 'bou-" Stephen cut him off "But of course you do! No one murders 12 girls- make that 13 by the looks of blood on your sleeve- and not get noticed by me." The man visibly paled "I-I don 'now whut ya talkin' 'bout" he said in a rush. Stephen chuckled "Give it up Mr. Pocksley, I am not one of those dimwitted military officers." Stephen replies smoothly, taking a step towards the man.
Mr. Pocksley growled and whipped out a bloody dagger from his Jacket. "Dem 'hores deserved it! 'ho is you to 'ell me otherwise! ya filthy-" the mans sentence was cut short by a cry. The man dropped to his knee, gripping his bleeping leg where one of Stephen's throwing knives were dug into, blood already seeping out of the wound. "I do not think you quite grasp you situation yet, Mr. Pocksley. You are about to meet your maker. I would start apologizing for what you have done."
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 2, 2014 3:46:21 GMT
Danny watched everything unfold from his perch above. When the two rounded a corner, Danny left across to the building across the street and climbed up to the roof. He scampered across and looked down to wat- WHAT THE HELL!?!? Knife fight! Not good... not good. Danny hunkered down to watch everything unfold and stayed as still as he possibly could. He knew better than to step into something like this. All he could do was watch, and figure out a way to use it to his advantage later.
Stephen squared his shoulders and glared down at the pathetic man in front of him. He was about to finish the man off when he suddenly lunged at him with a feral growl. The man was slowed down by his wound so Stephen was able to dodge the attack but not fast enough. The surprisingly sharp weapon sliced through his jacket and made a small cut across his shoulder. Stephen hissed and slammed his knife down in the back of the mans head. A pathetic gurgle escaped the murderers mouth before he slumped down, dead on the street.
Stephen cursed himself for being so unprepared for the attack. He wasn't dealing with small puppies here, these men and women were full blown murderers- no matter how pathetic they looked. He yanked his knives out of the man quickly and turned to walk out of the alleyway, not pausing to looking back at his handy work.
He rounded the corner lazily and slipped into the tavern right next to the alley. Untrained killers murdered then ran as far away from the crime scene as possible. Nobody ever thought to just walk into the house next door and wait for all the commotion to settle down before leaving. The was some blood on his cuff so sat down near the door and began to clean it off. What he couldn't clean off he rubbed some mud into. He ordered a gin and some corn beef hash. He had a bit of a wait, the military police were slower in these parts of town. He turned to stare vacantly out the window, cleaning his knives beneath his coat.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 2, 2014 4:15:19 GMT
Danny slipped down the side of the wall and went to peak at the body. Eyugh! After poking and prodding the corpse for a minute, Danny snatched up whatever coins he could, and made his way to where he saw the killer disappear. Danny slipped inside and looked around nervously. He scanned the room. Aha! Danny sidled up to who he thought was the right guy, and muttered. "I saw that..." A big man whirled around and quickly hid the cards in his hands. "Ya di'n't see nuttin', capiche?" Danny nodded his head vigorously and backed away. He looked around again, this time more carefully, and found who he was looking for. Danny sidled up to the stranger and muttered "I saw that..." Danny sat himself down far enough away from the knife wielding killer that if he tried anything, somebody would see, but not so far that people would overhear him speak.
Stephen didn't look at the voice "Did you now? And what exactly are you claiming to have seen?" he said in a calm voice. He searched the streets outside. I looked like it would rain soon. All the better; it would wash out the evidence. He was a little perturbed that someone had actually caught him. But, he had not stated his name, what group he was apart of or anything pertaining to his life so he felt pretty safe that this person had next to nothing on him. His order came and he turned to face his food. He looked pointedly at the person now who was addressing him. It was the same boy that fell from the ceiling. Interesting.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 2, 2014 4:32:38 GMT
"Well... I saw that'yer a pretty good tosser... an' that'ya were clean. Nobody 'round 'ere's clean like that. Ya didn' take anythin' from 'im either. Did 'e jus' mess with yer lady friend at the brothel?" Danny pulled his scarf up higher, hiding nearly the entirety of his face, what with both the scarf and the leaded goggled pulled over his eyes. "Why'dja do it? What'd 'e do?" Danny shifted in his seat. "Do ya even know who 'e was?"
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 2, 2014 15:23:31 GMT
"I do not know what you are talking about. I was at no brothel tonight or know of anyone who was" he lied plainly, a look of disinterest in his eyes. He studied the boy. He certainly did not seem to want to show his face. Everyone had their reasons though, himself included. He pointed to the food in front of him "Would you like some? I can only guess that hunger pains is the reason you have been having these hallucinogenic ideas." his eye flickered with amusement as he took a sip of his drink.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 3, 2014 1:29:09 GMT
"Yer lyin'. Saw ya dip after tha' old geezer. I was watchin' from the rooftops, so I know it was you." The boy pulled his scarf up higher. "Nah, don' need no charity. Man's got 'is pride, and 'is work. If he can' feed 'imself off 'is work, then he ain' got no pride." Danny reached into his pocket and plucked out a small hard candy. He looked it over, before expertly popping it into his mouth without revealing anything below his scarf. It was easy to tell he practiced such tricks. "So, why'dja kill 'im?"
Stephen shrugged "Suite yourself." he took his fork and began to fiddle with his food. He was in the slums after all, this might not even be real meat. He did not want to explain as to why he got food poisoning to his father. Stephen stared at the boy in front of him. It would not be very wise to tell this mysterious kid much. But giving him his reason couldn't hurt, would it?
"I know not what you are talking about. But I suppose someone would murder another for revenge or justice. Let us say for example that a man has gotten away with murdering over 10 Andersweltler dollymop and has escaped the consequences of his action from the law. Someone might take it upon themselves to deal out their own final verdict to the murder. What could be a more fitting punishment for a murderer than getting a taste of his own medicine?.. This is all purely for example of course." Stephen said vaguely. He took another swig of the gin. It was practically water, this horrid stuff. He had forgotten how bad the service was her in the slums. "I hope that example answers your question, scarf-face."
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 7, 2014 20:29:50 GMT
"An' would this hypothe'icle murderer be getting' paid for 'is purely specula'ive work?" Danny shifted the candy in his mouth to the side as he spoke around it. "Assuming' that' this someone was tryin' ta do some justice." Danny settled into the chair more comfortably. "Oh, yeh'll wanna avoid the meat. S'rat. Unless ya like rat." Danny cocked his head as he eyed the stranger up and down curiously. What' happened ta year eye? Didja mess up one'a yer knife tricks or something?" Stupid... stupid stupid stupid. Why did you even try to talk to him? You KNEW he was a cold blooded killer. Now you're on his radar... play it cool. Play it cool... "Got'a name?"
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