Was that Real? (Closed) (448 views)

[Kepiloth]

 Lana carefully walked down the trail behind the gypsy camp. Neovia may be the most normal part of the Haunted Woods, but it was still a part of the creepiest place in all of Neopia. 'A forest full of goblins ghouls, vampires, and even the occasional necromancer' Lana thought. The outskirts of the town were in sight, and the sight of street lamps made her feel a lot safer than in the Haunted Woods proper or the Deserted Fairgounds. A voice spoke from her bag, "Never thought I'd be back here after that damned Faerie cursed me." Lana paused by the entrance to an alleyway and spoke softly to the Halloween Zafara plushie. "Dark Faeries respond horribly to criticism, and you went and called her spells and potions worthless garbage. It's a wonder she didn't blast you to bits right then and there. I'm just glad she's given you a chance to return to normal. This is one Faerie Quest we don't want to fail." Erebus just chuckled. "When I've crafted better spells as an assassin? She had terrible rewards for quests and frankly Dark Faeries are prone to being malicious. Oh, and watch your six. This town has some local toughs who don't like people on their turf." The plush went silent. Lana hated when he did this. Her master assassin mentor had an annoying habit of making sure he got in the last word.

 As she walked down the street most of the locals gave her funny looks like they hadn't seen many Maraquan Gelerts before. She supposed that since the town had been under some kind of curse, they didn't know about New Maraqua and the subsequent war with the Pirates. They'd probably hadn't seen too many Maraquans period, considering they didn't travel this far inland. Her reflection on this subject meant she didn't see the Kacheek in front of her until she nearly ran over him. 

[Maddie]

The small white kacheek had just enough time to notice Lana and step out of the way. Despite Lana's evident struggle to regain her balance afterwards, Greed remained motionless with his hands in his pockets. "Maybe watch where you're going next time, yeah?" he said, raising an eyebrow. Greed adjusted his hat and turned to walk away.

[Kepiloth]

Lana watched the small Kacheek for a moment before ducking into the alleyway and pulling out a small talisman. She murmured an incantation and felt the spell take hold. She watched with interest as the lavender scales she was born with were slowly replaced with pale green fur. This little trinket was one of her favorite tricks. It created an illusion around the user allowing them to change appearance and color at will. With this little artifact and the right outfit one could blend seamlessly into any crowd.

She stepped out of the alley and set off after the Kacheek. He seemed like an easy mark for pick-pocketing judging by the getup he wore. Maybe he had a lot of cash in his wallet or perhap some information she could use. Lana spotted a white tail disappear around a corner. The Gelert decided to have some fun stalking her prey.

[Maddie]

Greed was no stranger to being stalked. In no time at all, he had a sinking feeling he was being watched. Swearing under his breath, Greed slowed down his pace and reached his hand inside his coat. If his hunch was correct, he'd be prepared to fight.

But while Greed continued to play a cool and unsuspecting facade, he could not help but wonder why he was being hunted. The guild had been relatively quiet this week, so he couldn't think of anyone he'd pissed off recently. Perhaps it was only a petty thief. Or it could be no one at all. Whatever it may be, Greed knew the procedure all too well. He sighed, already bored and annoyed.

[Kepiloth]

Lana watched the Kacheek slow down and reach into his pocket. Most likely for a knife or shiv. Pickpocketing was looking less like a good idea. Mugging didn't look like too good of an idea either. She would have to approach this carefully if she wanted to get anything off him without getting stabbed.  After weighing her options she decided mugging actually seemed safer if she could lock his knife arm.

The Gelert bent down and retrieved an item from a small holster strapped to her shin. A balisong* with a Maractite blade which had been a birthday gift from Erebus. Palming the closed blade she approached the Kacheek. When she neared the entrance to an alley she rushed forward and pulled him in.


*A balisong is commonly called a butterfly knife.   

[Maddie]

Greed thrashed to escape her grip, but soon he was thrown to the ground in a dark alley. With his hand still jammed in his coat pocket, he backed up against a dumpster and used its surfaces to push himself upright. He bounded to the left and pulled out a folding knife from his pocket. And for a moment, the two were locked, motionless, in a standoff. A pair of knives poised for combat.

Greed exhaled a heavy breath and swallowed hard. Despite his quick response, Greed had been startled by Lana. "Make a move," he provoked, tense and ready to act.

[Kepiloth]

Lana chuckled, "Well it looks like I got a feisty one. But no one gets the better of Corvus." She examined the pale furred Kacheek again. He was probably feeling  the tension in the air as much as she was. She just had to show him she was in control and he'd roll over like a puppy. He probably had more than one knife on him just like she did, and at least one of them of the throwing variety.

"Drop the knife and any others you're hiding. No thief or gangster carries just one. If you try anything funny I'll use this." With a flick of her wrist a small throwing knife slid out of her sleeve. She knew if she didn't do this quick law enforcement or another gang might swoop in.

[Maddie]

Green audibly groaned. The situation took a turn for the worse. He considered his options carefully while retaining a watchful eye on his assailant. He could surrender; no harm, no foul. Greed is content to admit defeat when he is clearly outmatched. But what would he be surrendering? If his life was at risk either way, of course he'd choose to fight back.

Greed lowered his knife as a call for peace, but he did not drop it. Not yet. First, he had to ask: "What the hell do you even want?" His voice was low and taut.

[Kepiloth]

 The knife was down, but not out of his hands. Lana eased up a bit. " Your wallet for a start, and something else. I'm looking for information about a member of The Sway that moved here a few months ago. His name is Daniel Blunt. He moved here from Brightvale a few months ago." She said. "He has something I want, and I won't take no for an answer. Believe me this mugging was not an ideal choice for me either."

 She heard footsteps hurrying towards the alley and a voice say "There he is!" Lana groaned and glanced around for an escape route. She briefly considered scaling the side of the building. She could swing a fair fight her way easily in a cramped space being as small as she was, but against five or six people she might as well surrender. She turned to face the intruders and made sure to keep an eye on Greed.

[Maddie]

Greed raised his eyebrows when Lana mentioned The Sway, but before he could question her, he was distracted by the sound of his gang. "Well," Greed sighed with relief, lifting his knife back up. "It sounds like the end of the line for you, doesn't it?"

Soon enough, a gruff-looking bruce, armed with a comically large knife, turned the corner. "Alright, alright. Nobody move!" he hollered. Three figures moved in behind him to block the exit. "What's going on here?" the bruce asked with a sharp tone, narrowing his eyes towards Lana.