Chasing a Suspicion (companion of Empty House, Empty Heart)
May 8, 2014 1:03:02 GMT
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Post by Stephen Leland on May 8, 2014 1:03:02 GMT
Open to All, especially Ikuze Storm and Lefiruc Storm
As soon as Stephen had taken his father safely home from Lefiruc Storm's house, he departed in search of Ikuze or someone who could locate her. Judgment told him to check the Peasant Hovel first, seeing how that was the last place he had spotted the blue haired girl; so he grabbed his long black jacket, not wanting to get his items stolen from his person. Anyone who looked like they had money who visited that place would certainly return with lighter pockets. Right away he began looking for her.
Spotting a promising looking fellow he went up to him "Hello, have you seen a blue haired brat around of late? she carries a guitar with her, obnoxious blue hair, you could not miss her." Then man frowned at him, studying him through narrowed eyes "..maybe I 'ave... maybe I ain't. Whu's it to ya?" Ignoring the fact that the man had terrible English, he went on, frustrated with the little games these people always played. Why could they not just answer the question straight and simple? "Sir, I have not got all day. If you have seen her, spit it our before my patients wears thin." Information might have come quicker to him if he bribed the man but that would have given away that he had money. The option of threatening was available to him as well but it was not wise assassins to go around threatening people; it would draw too much suspicion to them. The man snorted, a smirk playing on his face "I don' know. If ya 'ave some coin tho... I might be-" "You are of no help to me. I can find her on my own" he growled, turning on his heels and briskly walking away from the bemused man. "Annoying plebeians. Always so shifty." he muttered under his breath.
The next person he tired was a woman, leaned up against an ally wall "Good day Miss, have-" "Ah lookin' fer a little bite tonight sonny? I ain't had me one so 'oung as ya in ages. 'ere, I'll cut ya a deal, since ya was so gentlemanly there. 'ow's about... 2 pounds?" Realizing just who he was talking to the noble's eyes widened and he about choked, quickly taking a step back from her "I.. ah, um, no, you misunderstand me, Madam, I will not be requiring such... services...." The woman's suggestive smile dropped to a frown instantly "Whut, I ain't good enuf fer ya or sumptin?" she snapped, causing him to throw up his hands in defense "No! I mean, yes. I mean-" he smacked himself in the head, reaching into the inside of his coat pocket, pulled out some coins and set them into her hand with an embarrassed smile "Here, buy yourself a nice dinner. My treat, sorry for the trouble, Good Day" he said in a rush then turned and practically ran away from the confused woman before she could say anything back to him. After his hasty retreat he leaned himself up against a nearby building, trying to regain his composure.
As soon as Stephen had taken his father safely home from Lefiruc Storm's house, he departed in search of Ikuze or someone who could locate her. Judgment told him to check the Peasant Hovel first, seeing how that was the last place he had spotted the blue haired girl; so he grabbed his long black jacket, not wanting to get his items stolen from his person. Anyone who looked like they had money who visited that place would certainly return with lighter pockets. Right away he began looking for her.
Spotting a promising looking fellow he went up to him "Hello, have you seen a blue haired brat around of late? she carries a guitar with her, obnoxious blue hair, you could not miss her." Then man frowned at him, studying him through narrowed eyes "..maybe I 'ave... maybe I ain't. Whu's it to ya?" Ignoring the fact that the man had terrible English, he went on, frustrated with the little games these people always played. Why could they not just answer the question straight and simple? "Sir, I have not got all day. If you have seen her, spit it our before my patients wears thin." Information might have come quicker to him if he bribed the man but that would have given away that he had money. The option of threatening was available to him as well but it was not wise assassins to go around threatening people; it would draw too much suspicion to them. The man snorted, a smirk playing on his face "I don' know. If ya 'ave some coin tho... I might be-" "You are of no help to me. I can find her on my own" he growled, turning on his heels and briskly walking away from the bemused man. "Annoying plebeians. Always so shifty." he muttered under his breath.
The next person he tired was a woman, leaned up against an ally wall "Good day Miss, have-" "Ah lookin' fer a little bite tonight sonny? I ain't had me one so 'oung as ya in ages. 'ere, I'll cut ya a deal, since ya was so gentlemanly there. 'ow's about... 2 pounds?" Realizing just who he was talking to the noble's eyes widened and he about choked, quickly taking a step back from her "I.. ah, um, no, you misunderstand me, Madam, I will not be requiring such... services...." The woman's suggestive smile dropped to a frown instantly "Whut, I ain't good enuf fer ya or sumptin?" she snapped, causing him to throw up his hands in defense "No! I mean, yes. I mean-" he smacked himself in the head, reaching into the inside of his coat pocket, pulled out some coins and set them into her hand with an embarrassed smile "Here, buy yourself a nice dinner. My treat, sorry for the trouble, Good Day" he said in a rush then turned and practically ran away from the confused woman before she could say anything back to him. After his hasty retreat he leaned himself up against a nearby building, trying to regain his composure.