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"It was that man over there! Get him!"
Times had never been too kind for Ismail. He wasn't the kind of guy that made a lot of friends, due to his tendency to insult people without trying, his kleptomaniacal urges, and his generally vulgar, antisocial demeanor. These qualities made things usually end pretty badly for him, no matter what circumstances he found himself in.
Today was no different.
Stealing some daggers from one of the weapons stalls at the bazaar seemed like a good idea at first. After all, he found himself broke, homeless, and without anything to defend himself. Surely they wouldn't recognize if he helped himself to their cutlery, right? Well, from the mob chasing him down the corridors of the bazaar, maybe not so much...
Thirty minutes of evading crowds, overturning barrels and obstacles behind him to throw off his pursuers, and sprinting through the endless maze of alleyways had finally paid off. He stopped against a nearby wall, hand gripping at his chest to seemingly catch his breath though it wasn't necessarily evident that he didn't need to. Hopefully nobody would run into him here...right?
Times had never been too kind for Ismail. He wasn't the kind of guy that made a lot of friends, due to his tendency to insult people without trying, his kleptomaniacal urges, and his generally vulgar, antisocial demeanor. These qualities made things usually end pretty badly for him, no matter what circumstances he found himself in.
Today was no different.
Stealing some daggers from one of the weapons stalls at the bazaar seemed like a good idea at first. After all, he found himself broke, homeless, and without anything to defend himself. Surely they wouldn't recognize if he helped himself to their cutlery, right? Well, from the mob chasing him down the corridors of the bazaar, maybe not so much...
Thirty minutes of evading crowds, overturning barrels and obstacles behind him to throw off his pursuers, and sprinting through the endless maze of alleyways had finally paid off. He stopped against a nearby wall, hand gripping at his chest to seemingly catch his breath though it wasn't necessarily evident that he didn't need to. Hopefully nobody would run into him here...right?
Well.
The rooms that Zaany stayed in were very near the Bazaar - and the racket had certainly disturbed their work. It'd gone on for a while, long enough to summon the elf, unable to concentrate and perhaps seeking some new amusement.
It was easy to be in the right place at the right time, given the proper ability and want. So it wasn't necessarily surprising, at least to Zaany, that the ruckus-bringer stumbled into the very alley they'd thought to wait. And yet they'd not be spotted immediately, perhaps seen at the very corner of an eye but unable to be concentrated on. It wasn't until they simply decided to be seen, having moved close enough to taste the air.
The incredibly tall elf was out of place. Too light skinned for the general occupants of the city, dressed too finely to simply be in an alley. And yet here they were, appearing nothing more than an elf, cinnamon scent announcing their presence. And staring, already standing much too close.
"All of that...for what, exactly...?"
The rooms that Zaany stayed in were very near the Bazaar - and the racket had certainly disturbed their work. It'd gone on for a while, long enough to summon the elf, unable to concentrate and perhaps seeking some new amusement.
It was easy to be in the right place at the right time, given the proper ability and want. So it wasn't necessarily surprising, at least to Zaany, that the ruckus-bringer stumbled into the very alley they'd thought to wait. And yet they'd not be spotted immediately, perhaps seen at the very corner of an eye but unable to be concentrated on. It wasn't until they simply decided to be seen, having moved close enough to taste the air.
The incredibly tall elf was out of place. Too light skinned for the general occupants of the city, dressed too finely to simply be in an alley. And yet here they were, appearing nothing more than an elf, cinnamon scent announcing their presence. And staring, already standing much too close.
"All of that...for what, exactly...?"
Soma's eyes quickly made an attempt to size up the elf as it stuck out from the scenery like some sort of giant pale...thing around another series of less ornate things. Soma wondered if it tasted the way it smelled. He ran the initial idea of running it through a meat grinder and seeing if he could come up with something analogous to whatever the contemporary equivalent to Cinnamon Toast Crunch would be, before discarding the idea.
When it spoke, the man simply scratched at his head. "Uh..." A click of the tongue sounded out his attempt to play stupid. "A bit of fun?" Redirecting the conversation back onto the elf before him, Soma attempted to try and change the topic. "What about you, beanpole? You tryna blend in with the scenery here or are d'ya just wanna get hired as a coathanger or what?"
When it spoke, the man simply scratched at his head. "Uh..." A click of the tongue sounded out his attempt to play stupid. "A bit of fun?" Redirecting the conversation back onto the elf before him, Soma attempted to try and change the topic. "What about you, beanpole? You tryna blend in with the scenery here or are d'ya just wanna get hired as a coathanger or what?"
Oh, that mental imagery was certainly a good thing for the elf to miss.
The brow that rose spoke of perhaps an imperious attitude, but the smirk was perhaps a bit more inviting. "Creative. Now, with the amount of people you've angered, I will need to assume you a thief. Or perhaps a groper. Either way - an alley? Why not duck into an eatery? Oh, I suppose you'd stand out, there."
And they leaned down some - or perhaps, over the man. "Now, where will you go? I hope, hope it is not to some shack or lean-to." The overly tall figure sounded almost concerned; in fact, seeping from the soft hum of their voice was the sneaky, convincing feeling that they did, indeed, care.
"It gets so cold at night, sometimes." They were incredibly inviting.
[Essentially casting 'charm person', attempting to magically befriend]
The brow that rose spoke of perhaps an imperious attitude, but the smirk was perhaps a bit more inviting. "Creative. Now, with the amount of people you've angered, I will need to assume you a thief. Or perhaps a groper. Either way - an alley? Why not duck into an eatery? Oh, I suppose you'd stand out, there."
And they leaned down some - or perhaps, over the man. "Now, where will you go? I hope, hope it is not to some shack or lean-to." The overly tall figure sounded almost concerned; in fact, seeping from the soft hum of their voice was the sneaky, convincing feeling that they did, indeed, care.
"It gets so cold at night, sometimes." They were incredibly inviting.
[Essentially casting 'charm person', attempting to magically befriend]
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