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It was true, Amelia would have helped without a second thought or wish for repayment. Even so, she felt the need to do something. She realized suddenly that Aaron had moved off. "Wait!" She called, jumping from her seat. He was surprisingly fast and confident for having to wheel himself about like that. "I have to do something." She said, "You're right that I would have done the same, but I owe you my life, and my life is worth a lot to me. There must be somethii..." Milly trailed off as she caught sight of what Aaron was staring at. "What in the pit..." She muttered. There was some kind of meeting being conducted, on a roof. Amelia's eyesight wasn't perfect, and she was definitely out of hearing range, but something was happening there. "What can you see?" She asked, "I can't make too much out. Do you recognize anyone?" It was a longshot, but maybe someone up there would be well known to the public or something. -
"I need to stick it in a hole and let it vibrate" - Milbee (paraphrased slightly because it's been two days since I saw it...)
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Amelia felt like this man was hiding something, but decided not to dwell on it, he'd saved her life after all. "It's fine." She said, "You just had me a bit spooked." She giggled nervously. No one had ever done anything for her without asking something in return, it felt rather strange. "You have my humble and eternal thanks. If there's anything you need?" She asked, wanting to repay him. Then it finally occurred to her to ask nis name. "By the way, I'm Amelia, or Milly for short, who might you be?" She said, holding out her hand.
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Amelia watched with a slight awe as her blood receded back into her body. Her hysterics following suit. She immediately felt foolish for overreacting, but was duly relieved to have been healed. "Thank y-" Her thanks was cut off as the man's head rolled to the side. It was such a small job, surely he couldn't be exhausted. "Um, sir, are you okay?" She asked nervously, looking about for assistance and also to check if anyone might think she had harmed him.
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You're giving a fezz wearing dog auth? Tsk tsk. What have we come to? Says the half naked girl alone in bed on the internet at midnight I mean, um, congrats to both >_>
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Oh, and then I got these two in a row: (16:36:39) ~~~ Kyra was cursed to have all their bacon burned. ~~~ (16:36:52) ~~~ Kyra was cursed by the Witch of the Waste. ~~~ And suddenly realized who the witch was Ame, stop burning my foodz. Meow~
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Guy#1: *Starts engine on rotating door* Dorr: *Explodes* Guy32: I think it's broken. Guy#1: No, it works as intended
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Amelia nodded and followed the mans instructions. She considered herself lucky to have found a healer out here. "Thank you." She said quietly. He mind felt empty, she calmed fairly quickly. She could hear the sound of her blood pooling, smell the slight saltiness it gave off. Her eyes picked up every twitching hair on the man's head. Time felt painfully slow for some reason. Her heart pounded in her ears and she could hear it slowing. Then her senses retracted and everything seemed normal once more. She took a deep breath and waited for the man to do his work.
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Amelia looked up in surprise. She was just barely limping, most wouldn't take a second glance it her. It wouldn't appear as deadly to their eyes as to hers. "Well, um, yes, actually." She said, her voice failing to mask her surprise, "See, I cut my foot, and I know that doesn't sound very bad, but I have a condition that makes it so I don't stop bleeding naturally, so if I don't get it bandaged soon I'll bleed out." Her words spouted in a jumbled mess and she cringed, "I'm so sorry sir, that came out far more jumbled than I intended. But if you had some bandages, that would be most helpful." She felt so silly, spilling everything to a random stranger like that. But at the same time, she desperately needed help. Blood was already starting to seep through as the shred of her cloak became saturated. She honestly had no idea how long it would take her to bleed out, just that it would happen. She absolutely unwilling to risk any longer than necessary with any wound. Death was not on her to-do list, especially not death by foot stamping. She giggled at that thought, it suddenly seemed so silly. But she sobered quickly, it would seem unkempt for her to be laughing in such a situation. "Oh, sorry sir." Milly said, "I shouldn't really be laughing, but I just thought about how I came to be in this situation, and I-..." She trailed off, where were her thoughts going? She must have been losing more blood than she thought, because she was feeling light-headed. That seemed far too fast, and she looked down. Her foot, there was blood pooling around it. A certain loopiness struck her again. All this, from a rock. Then she realized, she hadn't been thinking about how she was walking, with how rough and worn the roads were, especially after a large market day, she was bound to be making the wound worse by walking around without care. Her breathing became heavy as shock and panic began to set in again. This time with the addition of blood loss to accelerate it. She couldn't think clearly, and now she was hyperventilating. If she couldn't calm herself, she would pass out soon. All her thoughts converged on one thing: She had to stay awake. Determination struck her, she steeled herself, and forced her body to stay upright. "Please, help me." She said to the man. The determination had failed to reach her eyes, and if one looked into them, they could see her fear.
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(OOC: ...Personal belongings? Hehe. There's a slight problem with that. Ima let her keep the knife tho, K? Also, what's the currency here called? I didn't see that anywhere in the OP) Amelia dropped down to the ground, and immediately noticed something was wrong. There was no jingling of change as her clothes flapped about. She checked her pockets. Empty, except for the knife she'd slipped from Decate. She'd let her guard down when Decate had turned out to not be the real Lupai. She angrily stomped her foot against the ground, and felt a sudden sharp sting as a loose stone sliced it open. Her eyes widened in fear and surprise. She had no money, she couldn't steal anything, she couldn't buy proper bandaging, and now she had a cut. She sat and flipped her foot up to see how bad it was. To her dismay, it was actually quite deep. She needed medical attention quickly. If it were slightly less, she could tear off a piece of her cloak to stem it temporarily. But with a gash like this, it wouldn't help. She looked around desperately, her eyes running back and forth frantically. Then she slapped herself, literally. She was in an alley, there wasn't going to be anyone or anything here to help her. Panicking like this wouldn't solve her problem, she would just be running lower on time. She tore off a small piece of her cloak and tied it around her injured foot. then she stood and walked out of the alley. The entrance wasn't nearly as busy as when she'd first entered, and she wondered exactly how long the whole Lupai fiasco had gone. That wasn't her problem right now though, she walked carefully out towards the east, hoping she might be able to find someone willing to help her. Or to steal what she needed from. (OOC: Apparently temper tantrums can be deadly XD)
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Too many people. Amelia sighed audibly. All she wanted was to go buy some supplies and get out. Just a simple little task. She only even came to this place because she could take less and still meet her quota. She was just trying to practice her art with a little less detriment to others. Instead she was here, being interrogated by everyone she came across. "I don't need to mock you, your situation mocks itself." She said, replying to the first pair before turning to the giant that had appeared in the alley. She absentmindedly sprang a couple feet up the wall, not in any attempt to escape, just trying to get closer to the man's head height. "I'm bumbling about attempting to survive." She stated cheerily, "These guys got duped by some loopy guy. And now they're bugging me about it." Milly was really starting to bore with this, just a short stop off for the Humble Thief to resupply, that was all she wanted. And now she was likely to be stuck here all day. Lovely.
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Amelia watched the whole exchange, her anger at the man's arrogance slowly being replaced be amusement at the stunt the real Thief King had pulled. It was an amusing heist, one she could admire, assuming the real Freyal Lupei wasn't as arrogant as his brainwashing seemed to dictate. It also explained a lot about how she'd gotten the coin from him, it had seemed to easy, even to her. Laughter finally bubbled free as her identity was asked. She laughed so hard that her eyes began to tear up. "You- You seriously. Oh my stars." She giggled, "This is absolutely hilarious!" She snatched the knife away from the fake Freyal, spinning it about and waving it around towards the men. "Look at me! I'm Freyal Lupei, Thief King!" She snorted. Her laugh slowly toned down and she wiped a tear out of her eye. "Me?" She said, finally responding to the question, "I am Amelia Tolvaj. Humble-" She gave an over-exaggerated bow here, "-two-bit thief, at your service." She had slipped the knife into her pocket as she bowed, for Decate was clearly far too bewildered to notice what was happening. "It seems you have been utterly duped." This statement was accented by a large hand wave at Decate's head. "Maybe you should all go home and take a nice long rest. I have bandages and food to purchase. And you appear to have a thief to not catch." (OOC: Milly has no claim to being a master thief BTW, she just hates arrogant pricks)
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Amelia was indignant, she hadn't been afraid, simply startled. Even so, she managed to quickly slip her hand in and out of the "Thief King's" pocket while he polished his glasses.He was pompous and sloppy, made her feel sick. She couldn't resist taunting him a bit. She flipped the coin she had grabbed, one of far greater denomination of any she would grab, in the direction he'd gone. "Well, Mr. Lupai, you should really pay more attention to your pockets, and less to your glasses." She said, standing, "And further, any coward can take what they like when they cannot be seen. Someone truly skilled doesn't need to rely on cheap tricks." She closed her eyes a moment and listened, then spun another coin, a smaller one she'd stolen herself, directly toward the whirling sound she kept hearing. She'd seen Freyal's knife, and could guess that he was twirling it, as it was something she herself did quite often. The coin didn't fly exactly as she had expected, and she figured Freyal would easily be able to realize it was coming and remove the knife from it's path. But if he truly knew what he was doing, he'd realize she'd thrown it exactly towards his twirling blade. "And I'm not just some two-bit thief. I just only take what I need to survive." She added piercingly. Milly had a reputation of her own, though likely it hadn't reached this far. She'd infringed upon other thieves territories before. And word had spread of the honorable thief. It wasn't something she was flaunted most of the time, but it had helped her once or twice with arrogant twits like this. (OOC: I am enjoying this battle of one-upmanship. Of course there's no real answer, since Milly has never tried to steal all that much Also, in case it wasn't obvious, Milly performs best at range )
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Instantly, Milly was awake. There was a voice echoing from across the alley and to her left, getting a bit closer as it went. She'd had people sneak up on her before, and thus was used to locating them by more than just what she could see with her eyes. She just had one problem, she didn't have any knives on her. That was something she needed to buy. "You could be honorable, or you could not. I don't see how it really changes anything." She said, letting a yawn reach into the end of her sentence, "I personally would rather you not slit my throat, since then I'd die slowly and painfully. It's be better if you aiming for the vein on the right of my neck, I'll die much quicker that way, though nearly as painfully." Milly was really just trying to get her invisible foe talking, making it easier to locate him. He was far too calm for her to detect his heart or breathing. She, on the other hand, gave of evidence of being quite startled. Her heart raced, her breathing was harsh, and sweat was visibly forming on her brow. She was calming, but slowly. "The best case scenario would be for you to simply be on your way, it's not as if I have much, just enough to buy a loaf or two of bread, some bandages, and a better knife." She added. She realized immediately that mentioning the bandages would cause him to assume she was injured. Slips like that could be costly. If he thought her incapable of fighting back, he would likely assume her an easy target. Thus why she'd stated a "better" knife, as opposed to a new one. Still, it could also make him underestimate her. That would give her the tiniest advantage in a fight. But best to simply avoid it.
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Allow me to add to that: (18:51:02) Kyra: Did teh n00bz0rz follo my advize?
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Her hand slipped in and out of pockets easily. She never took much, she didn't want to bankrupt someone, she just wanted some money for bandages and food. Someone caught her cloak, her heart leapt. But a muffled apology showed that she hadn't been caught, yet. Her short height and lanky body made stealing money easy in a crowd like this. Her short curls snagged on someone's hand, and she muttered her own apology, while snatching a round object out of their bag. She'd come here because of the crowds. A large crowd was a perfect place for a thief, especially one like her.She could steal easily, and take little from each target. She felt a light brush in her pocket, not even enough to make her itch. But she knew what it felt to have someone picking your pocket, she turned quickly... And spotted a child, they looked to be about twelve. She sighed. "Don't try to pick someone's pocket when they're almost as short as you. It puts your hands in awkward positions and makes it easier to feel." She said, tossing them the round object, a dull yellow fruit, "Now be off, and don't crouch so much, you look suspicious." The child nodded, bewildered, his eyes wide with surprise. Amelia gave him a reassuring smile and nodded her head for him to go on. A bit later, Milly was sitting in an alley. She'd nearly lost track of time, the crowds were becoming more organized and claustrophobic already. She should have been fully stocked and on her way out by now. But here she was, still going over her spoils. Soon the shops would close down for the main event, and she would have to wait until after to leave. It wasn't all bad, leaving was easier in a crowd after all, but she would have preferred she be gone by now. It would be as short as an hour before the mystic voodoo crap started, and she'd rather not be about for that. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, best not to dwell on it, there was nothing she could do after all. She closed her eyes to rest. She wasn't properly asleep, her senses were active and she could be alert at a moment's notice.
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So I'm seriouslywondering how seriously people take me...
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The Awakened - First Pillar (IC Thread)
Shamitako replied to Flux's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
(OOC: So, debated doing this or not. Decided that Flux probs wants to move things along, so Ima go ahead and do a Cassidy thought post) Cassidy resisted the urge to put her face in her hands. Did this man have no concept of anonymity? Cassidy had no qualm with killing these people, but cutting their throats meant that it would be tied to a person, rather than a freak accident. Someone would look into it, they'd find some pattern, spot all the common factors, and then track Cassidy down. She watched helplessly as Jude went about destroying her cover without a second thought. She wanted to be angry, or frightened, or just something, but she stayed calm. It was too late to change things, better to start on a solution.For now that solution seemed to be finding someone stronger than her, and leeching off them until she was strong enough to end them. And it seemed that someone had presented themselves to her. And they were more than just one someone, a whole group of someones. And even better, in Cassidy's eyes, they owed her a debt. All reservations were gone, Cassidy would go with this Zwiess to his Utopia. And she would bring Hell in her wake. (OOC: I get the feeling she's being a bit over-ambitious...) -
...That /d was exactly perfect. Wow
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Everything hurts ;n; My heart aches, I have a headache, my muscles ache. My stomach aches (though that's kinda normal because I'm hungry
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Well, this one here, MW898, is kinda simple. Weavile is my favorite Pokemon. 8/98 is my birth month. And I didn't just want to be PokemonNumber, so Master is a thing But also, I kinda want a name that was just short of being n00bish. So i took two things that always feel really n00bish to me. Using words that make yourself sound good at something, like Pro, Awesome, Master, etc. And the PokemonNumber thing There's also Kyra, my IGN for Pokemon (and probs what I'll end up changing my name to) Basically, my given name doesn't have a good female variant. So I was looking for a name with a dark or cold meaning. And Kyra means black and sounded good. Honestly, I was going through lists, and it just jumped out at me. I wrote it off at first, because I'd used it for a couple of my Pokemon before. But after a while, I just kept coming back to it. Looking back, it's just another one of those things were I was like "this is me"
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The Awakened [OOC - Registrations Closed]
Shamitako replied to Flux's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
It's all good ^^ Better that than you misunderstand and have to fix things -
I'm really starting to hate battling. Everything is the same nowadays. I can't run anything interesting and still win more than one out of six battles
