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kickitoverWho: Guy and Nami
What: Guy generally doesn't approve of theft, but he does when it's done by somebody hot. ...okay there are other deciding factors too, but she really is gorgeous.
Universe/CR: TotA-world, Luceti CR
Guy kind of wishes Emperor Peony hadn't made such a big deal out of things now. Not many people knew the entire truth behind what had happened at Eldrant, but enough of them knew and everyone trusted Peony and King Ingobert enough to believe them when they said exactly who is responsible for the current peace of their world. It helped that some of the most powerful people were the ones involved, the least of them being Princess Natalia and Jade the Necromancer, so with the royalty backing them up and insisting they claim credit where credit's due, well. The result is this.
Guy has apparently become Grand Chokmah's resident problem solver.
Granted, what he's doing as a result of that new title is a lot more interesting than just wasting away in a manor doing nothing. He can split his time pretty evenly between Sheridan and here, and he gets to help the people of his country without hurting anything or anyone else. He still has to attend meetings and he still has to help Peony out with his rappigs now and then, but being something of a detective is much nicer than being a glorified pet sitter.
It's still a pain though. And when it comes to working with the law, the guards don't always appreciate his input. Being young and suddenly rich doesn't always land you a lot of favor with the lesser nobles already vying for a position he just up and snatched by virtue of deciding that he'd go ahead and claim his family's riches and prestige, according to some rumors. Insisting on dressing like some commoner wasn't exactly doing him any favors either, but Guy go to hell in a handbasket before he'd throw on silks to go barreling through town all day.
Lately though, his job has gotten much worse. The capital guard have their hands full handling monsters, what with the decline of usable fonic artes and technology still not having caught up to bridge the gap in ability. It's monster breeding season and many are flocking back to the surrounding forests to start their families, and the damn things are ten times as aggressive to boot. That leaves the number of people to investigate the sudden rash of thefts very low, so it falls to Guy to do a lot of the footwork.
Not that he minds. The thief tends to stay in the richer parts of the neighborhood, but it was only a matter of time until they migrated elsewhere and Guy would like to keep this sort of thing to the people who can afford it, at the very least. If he makes a show of investigating, the culprit might just move quietly on without bothering anybody. Of course, the ideal outcome here would be apprehension, but whoever it is committing the thefts is very, very good. Never takes too much, never leaves any defining clues or hints. They didn't even figure out it was the same person until they realized that the windows had always been jimmied open more or less the same way.
Still, Guy has another hunch. This pattern isn't as publicized considering its sensitive nature, but after some investigation he found out that all of the places hit belong to nobles who are, more or less, conducting some borderline shady business on the side. Skimming off the tops of their nonprofits, dodging taxes, only just barely skirting on the side of the law to keep out of the cells but, still, are breaking the spirit of it. Guy almost doesn't even want to help, but has to begrudgingly admit that theft is still a crime, even if the people being robbed are disgraceful dredges of society.
So he's here camping one of the likely storehouses to be hit next, waiting in the dark with one of his more lightweight katana's draped over his lap. If this storehouse is hit he's pretty sure he'll be able to catch the thief. He knows this part of the city very well and he's quick, the fastest person in Grand Chokmah to be exact.
It takes a while, a few hours, but in the dark he hears the sound of something being wedged beneath a nearby window and jimmied open. He holds his breath, still, eases his sword silently into the crook of his elbow as he crouches behind the safe. He doesn't hear footsteps so much as feel them and he realizes, with more certainty this time, that whoever is doing this is good. Very, very good.
When he hears the clink of the safe being tampered with and realizes that whoever this thief is is going to crack the damn thing in the dark, he slots a fonstone into place on a nearby lamp and throws the room into glowing red relief to get a good look at the culprit, half-rising but keeping his sword sheathed just in case he can apprehend them without any violence.
And he stops.
"...well well," he murmurs, because Guy's brain has offlined and he can't honestly think of anything else to say. There's no way the person in front of him is who he thinks he sees, because that's impossible. It's been years. It's been years since that place and Guy, he'd resolved to push it away from his mind as a delusion, as- he didn't know, something cooked up by a fever or desperation to try and explain everything that happened to him, the loss of Luke and Asch, maybe. "Don't suppose your name is Nami, is it?" he asks, just because he doesn't know if he'll believe her even if she says yes.
What: Guy generally doesn't approve of theft, but he does when it's done by somebody hot. ...okay there are other deciding factors too, but she really is gorgeous.
Universe/CR: TotA-world, Luceti CR
Guy kind of wishes Emperor Peony hadn't made such a big deal out of things now. Not many people knew the entire truth behind what had happened at Eldrant, but enough of them knew and everyone trusted Peony and King Ingobert enough to believe them when they said exactly who is responsible for the current peace of their world. It helped that some of the most powerful people were the ones involved, the least of them being Princess Natalia and Jade the Necromancer, so with the royalty backing them up and insisting they claim credit where credit's due, well. The result is this.
Guy has apparently become Grand Chokmah's resident problem solver.
Granted, what he's doing as a result of that new title is a lot more interesting than just wasting away in a manor doing nothing. He can split his time pretty evenly between Sheridan and here, and he gets to help the people of his country without hurting anything or anyone else. He still has to attend meetings and he still has to help Peony out with his rappigs now and then, but being something of a detective is much nicer than being a glorified pet sitter.
It's still a pain though. And when it comes to working with the law, the guards don't always appreciate his input. Being young and suddenly rich doesn't always land you a lot of favor with the lesser nobles already vying for a position he just up and snatched by virtue of deciding that he'd go ahead and claim his family's riches and prestige, according to some rumors. Insisting on dressing like some commoner wasn't exactly doing him any favors either, but Guy go to hell in a handbasket before he'd throw on silks to go barreling through town all day.
Lately though, his job has gotten much worse. The capital guard have their hands full handling monsters, what with the decline of usable fonic artes and technology still not having caught up to bridge the gap in ability. It's monster breeding season and many are flocking back to the surrounding forests to start their families, and the damn things are ten times as aggressive to boot. That leaves the number of people to investigate the sudden rash of thefts very low, so it falls to Guy to do a lot of the footwork.
Not that he minds. The thief tends to stay in the richer parts of the neighborhood, but it was only a matter of time until they migrated elsewhere and Guy would like to keep this sort of thing to the people who can afford it, at the very least. If he makes a show of investigating, the culprit might just move quietly on without bothering anybody. Of course, the ideal outcome here would be apprehension, but whoever it is committing the thefts is very, very good. Never takes too much, never leaves any defining clues or hints. They didn't even figure out it was the same person until they realized that the windows had always been jimmied open more or less the same way.
Still, Guy has another hunch. This pattern isn't as publicized considering its sensitive nature, but after some investigation he found out that all of the places hit belong to nobles who are, more or less, conducting some borderline shady business on the side. Skimming off the tops of their nonprofits, dodging taxes, only just barely skirting on the side of the law to keep out of the cells but, still, are breaking the spirit of it. Guy almost doesn't even want to help, but has to begrudgingly admit that theft is still a crime, even if the people being robbed are disgraceful dredges of society.
So he's here camping one of the likely storehouses to be hit next, waiting in the dark with one of his more lightweight katana's draped over his lap. If this storehouse is hit he's pretty sure he'll be able to catch the thief. He knows this part of the city very well and he's quick, the fastest person in Grand Chokmah to be exact.
It takes a while, a few hours, but in the dark he hears the sound of something being wedged beneath a nearby window and jimmied open. He holds his breath, still, eases his sword silently into the crook of his elbow as he crouches behind the safe. He doesn't hear footsteps so much as feel them and he realizes, with more certainty this time, that whoever is doing this is good. Very, very good.
When he hears the clink of the safe being tampered with and realizes that whoever this thief is is going to crack the damn thing in the dark, he slots a fonstone into place on a nearby lamp and throws the room into glowing red relief to get a good look at the culprit, half-rising but keeping his sword sheathed just in case he can apprehend them without any violence.
And he stops.
"...well well," he murmurs, because Guy's brain has offlined and he can't honestly think of anything else to say. There's no way the person in front of him is who he thinks he sees, because that's impossible. It's been years. It's been years since that place and Guy, he'd resolved to push it away from his mind as a delusion, as- he didn't know, something cooked up by a fever or desperation to try and explain everything that happened to him, the loss of Luke and Asch, maybe. "Don't suppose your name is Nami, is it?" he asks, just because he doesn't know if he'll believe her even if she says yes.
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Date: 2016-01-30 10:37 pm (UTC)Not that she really cares if a country was after her. Wouldn't... be the first time. Kind of a taste of home.
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Date: 2016-02-01 09:20 pm (UTC)Dinner is a nice affair but it’s getting late and the bar will start attracting the dock workers soon for their end of day drinks. While they’re fun they’re also rowdy, and they’re gossips to boot and Guy would rather keep the rumors down to a minimum before he can speak to Jade.]
Do you have anything you’ll need to pick up before we can head back to the manor?
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Date: 2016-02-02 10:27 am (UTC)[She isn't sure how to raise one of the questions she has, and it feels really tactless to ask outright. So it's not until they're almost done she thinks to ask a different way.]
So I know Jade is here. Any other familiar faces we're likely to run into?