Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Tue Feb 6, 2018 11:36 AM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre cleaned out her nails with the tip of a small blade as she listened to his ideas. Looking up, she gracefully slipped the knife back into the holster before allowing herself to mull over the question. "Captains Cabins tend to stay locked. How will we get in?" She asked, looking for any holes in the plan. Better safe than sorry, and she wasn't sure she could handle another bloody fight so soon. 

She crinkled her nose as her stomach growled, interrupting her train of thought. Having been so caught up in the action, she forgot that she hadn't eaten a normal meal since the day before. Feyre looked at Baz before shrugging and glancing at the city beyond the alleyway. "Maybe we should stop and grab a bite to ear?" She suggested, glancing into her satchel. "We can definitely afford it" The Fae shook her satchel lightly, the coins inside making a beautiful jingling noise. 

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Thu Feb 1, 2018 3:37 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

"Agreed," he stated, following her into the street. Baz kept close to Feyre, eyes roaming the crowd for any potential threat or noticeable people. No one stood out in particular, though he did notice a group of people approaching the tavern they had just left, causing him to keep his gaze straight ahead no Fey's back. As they ducked into the darkened alley, He leaned against the wall, his back only slightly sore from his previous wound. Crossing his arms, he silently stood for a moment in thought. "Well, the docks are usually fairly busy this time of night."

A smirk spread across his face, an idea already forming in his brain. "Plenty of drunken sailors leave their ships unattended, though those usually don't have too much gold on board," he mused, habitually running a hand through his bright hair as he contemplated the plan. "You might actually be able to persuade a few captains to get us onboard, where we'll just take what we want with little issue. Though, we'd have to pick out the ones who aren't violent drunks."

He straightened up, looking down at her with eyes full of excitement. "What do you say, Fey? Ever been on an airship?"

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2018 1:00 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre scoffed at the comment, peering at where the mugs still stood. He did have a point though. Mercenaries foolish enough to pass up the opportunity to kill someone quietly deserved the death they were served. And what a spectacular death it was…Her eyes roved over the floor, landing on the blades she lost. "Aye aye cap'n" She called out in a gruff voice, glancing back to where the ginger stood. 

She smirked at him, tilting the bottle to her lips once more before tossing it aside. Feyre moved quickly, small hands plucking back her blades from the throats she sunk them in. Digging through one of the satchels, she smiled in triumph as she pulled out a full flask and some sewing supplies. Quickly moving them into her own satchel, the Fae scampered over to where Baz stood. "Let's agree to avoid taverns for a while…" She mused.

Feyre lifted her hood over her head, careful to tuck her hair away. Motioning to Baz with a hand, she slipped through the door and out onto the bustling street. Keeping closer to the shops and alleyways, she turned back to make sure he was still behind her. The Fae slipped into the darkest alley she could find, ears twitching as she scanned for any other being. It was safe, the only noise coming from a stray cat. "What's our next move?" 

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 4:26 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

"Longer than I care to admit, I'm afraid." Baz laughed at her question, straightening his back while the wound healed over the stitches. Even though the healing potion was a powerful tool, it was clear that he'd still end up left with a mark. "What good is a fight if you don't have scars to show off, right?" he asked with a smirk.

He accepted the bottle. Rum wasn't his favorite type of drink, but he wasn't picky, and it was what most of the taverns in Vilpamolan tended to serve. After taking a swig, he set it back down on the counter. "You know, if they were as good as they looked, they would've just drugged our drinks." Studying the mugs, he confirmed that they were potion-free. What morons.

Satisfied with how the pain in his back was dulling, he stood and pulled his shirt back on, then began to loot the bodies of the fallen men. Most of them only had a few pieces of silver onto gold, and none of their weapons were worth anything on their own. The ginger did end up pilfering a jacket from one of the men who was about his size so that he could cover up where the sword had ripped through the back of the shirt. "You take what you want, then we need to go before we get caught."

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 1:26 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre's hands set to work, nimbly moving to clean the wound. She ignored the hisses and groans of protests from the ginger, instead focusing on digging through her satchel for the needle and thread she kept on hand. Pulling it out triumphantly, she turned her attention back to the wounds.

"How long did it take you to figure that out?" She asked in a teasing tone. "And you did a good job disposing of the leader." 

The Fae began to stitch the wound on his back, resisting the urge to crinkle her nose at the smell of blood. Finishing up, she stepped back to admire her handiwork before wiping the blood from his back. "The stitches should hold until the potion takes full effect" She explained, moving out from behind him and walking to the bar. Placing a hand on the counter, she vaulted herself over and grabbed a bottle of rum. Feyre crawled back up onto the counter, letting her legs dangle over the side as she took a swig from the bottle. Holding the bottle out to Baz, she raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he wanted any. 

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 6:53 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Removing the rag from her shoulder, Baz saw that the wound had almost completely closed off. That potion worked fast, which meant it probably tasted especially bad. Feyre's reaction to it only confirmed his suspicions. He pulled her sleeve back up and set the bottle down on the bar so that he could remove his shirt. Now exposed to the cool air of the room, the stinging pain returned to his back, causing him to bite back a groan. Baz sat himself on a stool and quickly downed what was left of the bitter potion, waiting for it to take effect.

He waved a hand dismissively at her comment. "I didn't do that much damage. Just hurt a few to make it easier on you," he replied, picking up his not-yet-empty mug of ale. His thumb stuck out, pointing to the last man he killed. "He's the only one I really handled, and that was just because you were hurt." 

Bonifaz thought for a moment on her question, considering telling her how he was taught some skills from the Rosenites. But that was unnecessary, given he was trying to stay far away from that part of his history. So, he settled for a partial truth. "My dad taught me some, but I had to learn a lot out in the wild," he explained, shooting her a smile. "Turns out it's incredibly hard to outsmart bloodthirsty beasts."

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 11:51 AM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre clenched her teeth and let out a small grunt as Baz pulled the blade out. "…Sorry" He apologized, and she quickly shook her head, waving the apology away. Placing the bottle to her lips, she tipped it back and let a bit of the foul tasting potion slide down her throat. Her nose crinkled as she coughed, handing the remainder back to him.

"Thank you. It's fine now, just cover it so I can take a look at your back" She said, wiping her blade off with a rag she found on the floor. Glancing around the room, she couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. Who would've known they'd be this good at handling themselves? She was fairly surprised at how well Baz fought. She had taken him for more of the mastermind type, but he had proven her wrong. 

"You fought well back there. Who taught you?" She asked as he finished patching up her shoulder, pulling the sleeve of her dress back on. Feyre rolled her shoulder once with a sigh and moved to stand behind Baz, examining the wound with a hiss. 

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2018 6:51 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Baz regained his composure in time to see Feyre knock one of the two remaining men to the ground, slicing his throat without hesitation. He made a move to warn her about the incoming knife, but by the time the words reached his mouth, the blade had already been lodged in her shoulder. Jumping to his feet, he rushed at the last attacker, pulling a knife from one of the lifeless bodies as he did. Without a moment of reluctance, Baz plunged the knife into the lanky man's right eye socket, causing him to screech in pain. He then immediately jerked the knife out and used it to slice into his throat. The man fell to the ground, gargling and sputtering until he finally stopped breathing.

His chest heaved as he surveyed the scene around him, complete with piles of dead men and a hurt Feyre. They would have to leave before any passerby got too curious, but first, they'd heal up their wounds. The stinging in his back was now merely a numb sensation, and it could wait. He ducked behind the bar, pulling out a couple of rags and a bottle of straight alcohol. After a few minutes of scouring the tavern's cabinets, he even found a small bottle of healing potion.

"I don't think I gave you enough credit at first, Fey," he stated as he emerged with the gathered supplies, walking over to her. "You're a better fighter than most warriors." Baz slightly pulled down the shoulder of her dress to look at her wound. "You're lucky it only hit a nerve and not anything major." He'd have to take out the knife before she could drink the potion. Who knew Thea actually taught me something useful, he thought with a small chuckle. "I'm going to pull the knife out, and as soon as I do, drink this," he instructed, handing her the bottle.

With a rag in his hand, he gave her no warning when he ripped the knife cleanly from her shoulder. The wound wasn't too deep, but he still applied pressure to it with the rag, waiting for the potion to take effect. "…Sorry."

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2018 1:32 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

A stream of curses passed the girls lips as she flew into action. The smell of blood and sounds of clashing metal brought a grin to her face. This was her element. With two small flicks of her wrist, she let two blades fly into the throats of the men nearest Baz, before turning her attention to the men gaining on her. They looked slightly unsure of themselves, the Fae observed. Then again, she was still smiling sweetly at them.

Feyre pulled out another small throwing knife and kept her lucky dagger in her right hand as she lept towards the men. Her foot flew out, connecting with the first man's groin and as he keeled over, she swiped the small knife across his throat. The second man managed to get a nice kick to her ribs before her dagger was embedded between his ribs. She flicked her eyes over to Baz who was down on the floor, next to the dead men with blades in their throats. Sending another shield his way, she hopped up onto the bar and ran across it, dropping down next to him.

"You alive?" She called out, nudging him with her foot but keeping her eyes on the last two attackers. An insanely large man glared at her with a sword in his meaty fist, and a slightly thinner man smiled at her, flipping a throwing blade between his fingers. Neither of them glanced at their dead or nearly dead companions. 

Taking a deep breath, Feyre waited for one of them to make a move. The meaty one charged, sword raised. She ducked the first sweep of his sword, and before he knew it, her boot was kissing his teeth. Sadly, that did nothing to stop his impending attack. The Fae dropped to the floor as he swung his sword again, sweeping her foot out and managing to knock him to the floor. She lept on top of him, quickly slicing the dagger across his throat before he could fight back. Her small victory moment was cut short by a sharp pain in her shoulder. Feyre jumped to her feet, her left arm dangling uselessly by her side with a knife stuck in her shoulder. 

"Baz…a little help?"

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 7:58 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Bonifaz saw the man Feyre had gestured to, and he carefully observed him. He didn't have very long to do that, though. "Get their money. Don't damage the girl too much," he commanded gruffly, trying to snap his men out of their confused states. All at once, any magic that had been prepared flew towards them, and Baz flinched and shielded his head. But there was no impact, and when he looked back up, he saw that the attacks had crashed into an invisible barrier. He smiled gratefully at Fey, then felt the sting of a sword slash his arm.

Although he let out a grunt of pain, Baz reacted quickly, returning the act with a cut to his attackers throat. This seemed to prompt the others to charge at them. Their leader slipped to the back, watching with an amused expression as no less than a dozen mercenaries launched themselves at the pair. Scowling, Baz just hoped that Feyre had a little bit more magic to play to their advantage.

Stabbing a man twice in the gut, he realized that breaking through the mob of fighters was going to be impossible, and he'd never get to the leader like that. His eyes flashed back at the bar, and he had an idea. "Survive for a minute!" he shouted at the girl over the sounds of screaming and clanking metal. Without hesitation, he pulled out his bow and an arrow and jumped onto the bar, aiming at the man in the back. His arm was in immense pain from the cut, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Once he was ready, he loosed the arrow, watching it fly towards his target, who noticed the attack a little too late. Just as soon as the tip made contact with the man's chest, Baz felt the blade of a sword slice into his back, causing him to stumble to the floor. It looked like most of the men had been distracted, but he couldn't tell. All he could feel was the wound on his back.

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 12:39 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre sensed the figures behind her without even having to turn around. She bit back a string of curses as she kept her head down, still sipping from the mug. One of her hands traveled painfully slowly down to her thigh, unsheathing two of the small blades. Her other hand let go of the cup and moved to her boot. She curled her leg up, hidden from the pirates by the simple cloak. The Fae unsheathed her flat boot knife and placed her hand back on the table, sliding the blade to Baz. 

"Aim for the inner thigh, stomachs, and throats" She whispered, shifting her eyes to him. 

Swiveling in her seat, she turns to face the majority of the ruffians. Pulling her hood back, Feyre flashed them a cheery smile. "What can we help you with gentlemen?" She asked sweetly, watching confusion flash across a few faces. A few of them turned to a man a bit smaller than the rest, with beady eyes and a few missing fingers. That must be the leader. She nudged Baz with her foot and looked towards the leader, hoping he got the hint. As the room stayed silent, in a tension-filled standoff, Feyre summoned what little magic she had. Forming a thin barrier around Baz and herself, she prayed that it would withhold the majority of things flying their way, but she knew it could not hold back a giant man with a sword. 

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 6:27 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

A frown stretched across his lips, as an eery smile replaced the buff man's serious expression. Baz reached a hand behind him and gently pulled her hand from his shirt in an attempt to be comforting. "Yeah, then we can find our next target~" he responded, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He walked over to the bar, flashing a grin at the bartender. Here, he didn't need to put on a mask or pretend to be anything, because there was nothing to be gained. He was okay with simply being himself, something that got increasingly harder the more he gambled and swindled. 

"Two glasses of mead," he requested, removing a few pieces of silver from his bag. The bartender's face never changed as he filled two cups and set them in front of the pair. Although Baz had been sure to take a seat as far away from the creepy man as possible, his gaze never left the pair. A few more moments passed, and the man stood, gruffly walking to get closer to them. Subconsciously, Baz moved closer to Feyre, whispering in her ear. "Time to go."

As he swiveled around to bolt for the door, he realized that they were surrounded. Since they'd been so focused on the one man at the bar, neither had noticed the other patrons closing in on them. Even the bartender stood behind them, reaching for something beneath the bar. They'd walked right into a trap– a cunning one, at that. This was beyond the realm of lowly pirates. This was a clan of mercenaries, all brandishing swords or knives or magic of some kind. 

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 3:59 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre narrowed her eyes at the man staring them down, instantly uncomfortable. She tucked the small coin bag into her satchel, moving slowly so as not to draw attention to her hand. She moved her free hand to pull the cloak further down over her eyes, drawing the attention to that motion instead. Her legs shuffled quietly until she was hiding behind Baz, peaking around him to gaze over the tavern.

"I don't like the look of this place" She mumbled to him. "Or the mercenary over there" 

She wasn't sure exactly what the man was, but he looked big and gruff enough to make Feyre assume he was anything but nice. Her hand clutched around the fabric of Baz's shirt, tugging once like an impatient child trying to get someone's attention. "Lets grab a drink and go?" She asked, waiting to see what he was planning.

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 2:52 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Baz noticed the sack of coin Feyre held as she neared his location and was doubly impressed with her skills. Even he hadn't seen her take it. He had wanted to make a witty comment about her sleight of hand, but as quickly as she arrived, she was dragging him along. The gambler's enraged voice was enough to get him moving faster. Creating a path through the thick crowd, however, would be an issue with two of them. Especially since his bright hair would draw attention to the pair no matter how far they ran. "Hate to break it to you, partner, but jail's gonna be the least of our worries if we get caught," he stated through grit teeth.

His eyes darted around for a place they could slip into and hide, spotting a dimly lit tavern wedged between a couple of shops. He ran ahead of Feyre, his long legs allowing him to pass her nimble frame. Motioning with his head to the tavern, he quickly pulled her inside, careful to be sure that the gambler hadn't seen them. After watching the angry man run past the tavern, Bonifaz turned his head to study the inside of the building. It was small and dim, with only a few patrons scattered around at various tables. Despite their abrupt entrance, none of the people inside seemed to care what they were doing. Even the bartender was disinterestedly scrubbing a glass.

"Sorry," he whispered with a hint of a smile in his expression. Upon another glance around the room, Baz did see one man staring them down from his seat at the bar. His eyes bore intensely into the two of them, making Baz extremely uncomfortable. It felt like the man was sizing them up, figuring out what they were like just by looking. The ginger didn't like that at all, especially since he couldn't learn anything from the other man's appearance.

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 12:50 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre weaved through the people, occasionally bumping into a prissy noblewoman or well-dressed man, making sure to "accidentally" slip her hands into their coin purses and pockets. Shoving the loot into the satchel she wore secured beneath her cloak, she moved behind the gambler and his table. From there, she watched as Baz adopted a role in front of the table. He really was quite good. She watched him work with deft fingers, swapping the cards out.

"You bastard! Cheater!" The man screamed out, holding Baz by the collar. That was her cue to move. Swiftly stepping up to the man, she pulled her favorite blade out from the holster on her hip. The clasp was much too time-consuming and she was in no mood for another fight. Grabbing the coin purse with one hand, careful not to tug on it too much, Feyre cut through the shoulder strap. She caught the purse before it fell and calmly walked into the crowd, careful not to draw attention to herself.

As soon as she was safely hidden in the sea of fabric and faces, she broke into a sprint. Her eyes searched for Baz, finally locating him near a wall. Running to him, she sheathed her blade and reached for his hand, never slowing down. Tugging him behind her, she turned back to see a furious gambler flipping his own table and waving around a small length of leather. A grin lit up her face as she jerked on Baz's hand, urging him to speed up. "Run faster unless you want to be stuck behind bars" She yelled out, pushing her feet harder.

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 9:12 AM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

As they approached the table, he heard her whisper her name into his ear. Feyre, was it? Baz was now almost certain that she was a type of Fae, from both her name and her talent for mischief. By the time he cast his eyes down in her direction, she had disappeared into the crowd. His mouth twisted up into a small smirk, and he continued over to the man's table, confident that Feyre could easily steal the silver from his bag. All he had to do was keep him occupied.

The man had a blindfold over his eyes, likely to give the impression that he was blind. The trick probably worked on many of the dense idiots who played his game, but Baz could already tell that the cloth was an illusion. It wasn't really there, giving the man an immediate upper hand. Sitting himself down at the table, the ginger put on a face of arrogance and tossed a piece of silver on the table. "Let's play, mate," he stated boldly, a cocky tone in his voice. If the man thought he was overconfident, then he was more likely to be less discreet with his trick. Baz only needed to see him do it once. The man showed him a card, then shuffled it with two other cards. In the middle of it, the man swapped the card with another from his sleeve.

Choosing a random card, Baz pretended to be furious when it was the wrong one. He slammed his hand down on the table. "Dirty thief! Again!" The man saw him toss more silver his way, and once again showed him the card. What he didn't see, however, was the ginger switching one of the cards with his own. Now, there were two of the correct cards in the game. The procedure repeated as normal, except this time, Baz kept track of the card he'd replaced. At the end, he chose it, and the blindfolded man was duped. Angrily, he grabbed Baz's collar and shouted profanities at him. "You bastard! Cheater!" Feigning ignorance, Baz replied, "I've no idea what you're talking about, but keep the silver! Just don't hurt me!" With a scoff, the man tossed him backwards to the ground and counted the coins on the table. Baz scrambled to his feet and ran over to a wall, waiting for Feyre to meet him. "What an idiot," he mumbled as he rubbed the back of his head.

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 12:30 AM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre slipped the hood of her simple cloak over her head as they ventured back out into the street. Her eyes followed to where the devious Ginger, or Baz, pointed. She studied the man's gaming table and the small coin bag hanging over his shoulder. Her eyes narrowed in on the bag as her brows furrowed slightly. It seemed to have a clasp of some sorts that she would need to flip open before she could reach into it, but it was doable. 

Turning back to her new accomplice, she sketched a teasing bow and pointed towards the table. "Lead the way Baz" She said cheerily, testing out the name he gave. Feyre saw the way his eyes shone pridefully when he came up with the plan. He was a swindler and a damn good one at that, as far as she could tell. Maybe a partner in crime wasn't such a bad idea after all, as long as he didn't get caught. And if they did get caught, she just hopes he runs as well as he gambles. 

Following Baz over to the tables, she kept her head down and stayed right behind him. He stops a little bit aways from the table and she stretches up on her tiptoes, attempting to reach the ear on that too tall head of his. "You can call me Feyre" She whispers, so no one else would pick up on the name, before slipping away and into the crowd. 

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 8:03 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

He couldn't keep the grin from spreading on his lips. Of course Baz wanted to be disinterested in the woman, but damn if he wasn't a sucker for girls with puns. "Then by all means, let us steal away from this darkness," he replied with a wink, stepping back out into the better-lit street. He considered the fact that she might have been a great deal younger than he was, but, then again, there were multiple species in Revaliir whose physical appearances lagged behind their true age. So he decided that going on an escapade with her was probably harmless.

"Name's Bonifaz," he greeted with a glance back at the girl, his freckly face filled with adventure. "Most people call me Baz, but that's just 'cause it's shorter." His eyes surveyed the bustling crowd of people, spotting a table set up on the other side of the street. It had a man leading one of those street games that was supposed to be rigged– one where you were supposed to keep track of a card that he replaced while he shuffled them. Impossible.

But it wasn't impossible, if you knew what card the man asked you to find. Raising a hand to point it out to her, Baz smirked deviously. "I can get him to get mad by beating his game. Meanwhile, you swipe his coin." The plan was fairly simple, but the night was still young and would provide more interesting opportunities as it got later. That was when the wealthier ruffians came out to play.

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 6:38 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre's heart was still racing, even after he put the arrow down. She should've known better than to take a risk like that, but the adrenaline high from the tavern was still pumping through her system. A smug smile stretched her lips as she mulled over the offer. She's never had a business proposition or a partner before, but there's a first time for everything. 

"Deal." She agreed, reaching a hand up to swiftly flick his nose, before taking a step back.

Feyre did not actually need the money, she had no desire to be rich, but the offer was too good to refuse. She craved adventure of any sorts. and this task seemed wild and fun enough to intrigue her. 

"Luckily thievery is right down my alley" She mused with a proud grin, waiting for him to catch onto the pun.

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 3:20 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Baz had to suppress a grimace at the girl's unfazed response, disappointed that he wasn't threatening enough to scare her. Honestly, though, what did he expect? She'd effortlessly taken down two pirates twice her size back in the tavern. He held the arrow firm, the tip nearly touching her nose, before lowering the weapon to take his bag. Quickly, he rifled through it to make sure everything was there. It was, along with most of the silver. His hand emerged with the picture of Philomel, which he swiftly stuck into his pocket, then he slung his bag over his shoulder. 

He raised an eyebrow at the girl, wondering what her ulterior motive was– everyone in this city had one. Her eyes, though a bit unnerving, had a spark of playfulness in them, and he wondered if she was just looking for a bit of fun. "Well, if you need money that badly…" he leaned his face closer, cautiously keeping his bow ready, just in case. "…with your exceptional skills in battle and my prowess at gambling, I'm sure we could rob this town blind." His gray-blue eyes glimmered with excitement. It had been a while since he'd resorted to thievery, but he wasn't complaining. No one would ever catch him, if he had her.

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 1:00 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre tensed as a voice rang out through the dark alley, but upon catching sight of the red hair, she quickly relaxed. She smirked, standing up swiftly, a dagger in one hand and the bag in the other. The Fae gave him a once over as she sauntered over to him, seemingly unaffected by the arrow pointed at her.

"You can have the bag back." She said, holding it out for him. "I only needed a few gold pieces anyways."

 Feyre spoke with a cheery tone, grinning up at the ginger as she waited for him to take his belongings. Her eyes darted to the arrow still pointing her way and her eyes glinted playfully. This was the most excitement she'd had in days, and she wasn't going to let the fun die so soon.

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 7:37 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Although he was still mostly dazed, Bonifaz saw the woman attack the pirates and take the bag of coin for herself. From the short glance she gave him, she seemed young, though the way she fought told him otherwise. As she bolted out the door, leaving the bloody wounded scoundrels cowering on the floor, Baz immediately rose to his feet and shook off the slight dizziness that overcame him. Normally, he would not care so much that his winnings were stolen, since swindling some silver away from stupid people was fairly easy for him. But that bag held a few of his other, more personal belongings: a few Rosenite-style runes, some fancy wine in a decorative flask, and the only picture he owned of his daughter. Needless to say, he was pissed to have it taken.

Following her out into the street, Baz unhitched the bow from his back, pulling an arrow from his boot to prepare it. Tracking her wasn't hard, because she foolishly left a trail of coins behind her. Eventually, the man reached the alley where the girl had hidden. For a moment, he stopped to observe her odd features, mostly the pitch black eyes. Perhaps she was a demon, or an elf, or maybe some type of fae… Baz really didn't care. Leaning against the wall, he casually addressed her. "You know, if you wanted my silver, you could've just asked nicely." He drew his bow and aimed it at her. Though he wasn't quite as adept a fighter as she showed herself to be, he wasn't going to back down until she returned what was his. "Give me my belongings and I'll let you keep the money that I earned."

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 6:11 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Feyre bolted from her chair, already pulling a small dagger from her boot. Stupid pirates were robbing the ginger blind, something she had her mind set on. Moving quickly and quietly, she scurried around to the first pirate. She thrust her blade between her ribs and quickly stepped aside, dazzling a man with a flirtatious smiling before slipping the bloodied blade into his hand. Before the man could realize what she'd done, the first pirate had already locked him in a chokehold. 

Sparing a glance at the disoriented redhead, she moved towards the pirates attacking the bag of coin. Her elbow shot out into the first one's nose, and her leg shot into another's stomach. Quickly snatching the bag, Feyre scurried out of the tavern, black cloak billowing behind her. She darted into an alley, scattering a few coins as they rolled down the street. Ignoring them, she continued to run deeper into the alley before stopping and leaning against the wall to catch her breath. The Fae pulled back her hood, shaking her hair out of her eyes. She let herself slowly slide down the wall and sink to the floor before she started to count the day's earnings. 

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 10:52 AM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

The mug of ale was drained within a few minutes, so Baz turned and scanned the room for one more open game. He knew better than to get drunk before gambling– he didn't exactly have the best judgement if he wasn't sober. His blue eyes landed on a table near the corner of the room. A few serious-looking pirates were bent over some dice and cups, intensely focused on their game. Now, Bonifaz was definitely not one to test fate, but he couldn't help but notice the stacks of silver and gold in front of each man. With any luck, he would double his earnings from the previous game.

Gripping his bag, he strode confidently over to the table, running a hand through his red hair. Briefly, he took note of figure sitting at the table in the dark corner, otherwise paying them no mind. Baz pulled a chair over from another table, swiveled it around, and sat himself down at the table, completely ignoring the annoyed looks on the faces of the pirates. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but mind if I join?" One of the men appeared as though he'd protest, until Baz set all of his silver from the other game onto the surface. That shut him up. Deviously smirking, Baz nodded and leaned into the game.

He used a similar strategy to the one he used earlier, playing dumb until the last second. He ended up winning most of their loot by the end of the game. An air of victory surrounded him as he stood with his now heavy sack of money. "Well, mates, it's been fun, but I really must–" His gloating speech was abruptly cut off by one of the pirates standing and delivering a swift punch to his back, sending him sprawling out on the floor. By the time he looked back up, the other three were rummaging through his bag. "Hey!" he yelled, still too disoriented to stand. He should've known better than to play with pirates…

Author: feyrearcher, Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 12:15 AM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

At first glance, one may not notice the small figure in the corner of the bar, unless one knew what to look for. A small black cloak covering a bartered pirate's dress. A strand of soft pink hair slipping out from beneath the hood. A smirk hidden behind a small, elegant hand. She wasn't noticed, for she didn't wish to be noticed. If she wanted the attention, all she had to do was slip the cloak off. The colored hair, pitch black eyes, and pointed ears would catch the attention of anyone looking for trouble. The gambling ginger was one such fellow. Feyre watched him play, noticing the facade he kept up until the end. Definitely trouble. She kept her eyes on him as he made his way to the bar, her attention never leaving the silver in his grasp. Feyre never wanted to resort to thievery. She would rather have worked for her coin, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And she had to admit…if she wasn't built for thievery, why was it so easy to slip small nimble fingers into pockets and satchels? She was practically designed for the job. The thought brought a smirk to her face, as the ginger ordered his drink. Now to wait for the perfect opportunity. 

Author: Bonifaz, Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:25 PM, Post Subject: Lucky [P][R?]

Many years had passed since Bonifaz had returned to his childhood home, mostly due to his distaste for his father's work. But he could remember the hours he spent watching pirates and other degenerates placing bets and playing cards in the many taverns dotting the city, so he figured it was about time for him to visit. As he traversed the crowded streets of Vilpamolan, no one seemed to recognize him. Which was good, since he didn't want anyone to alert his father. Soon, Baz ran across a tavern that looked rather promising. It was certainly busy, but not nearly as cramped as many of the others.

When he entered the building, it took him exactly two seconds to spot an open seat at a table and join the game. Judging from the other players' appearances alone, they looked to be the types that considered all gambling a game of chance. Baz, of course, knew that there was a strategy to it, something he prided himself on exploiting. A few rounds went by, and he kept a casual and ignorant facade to make the others feel overconfident. Then, in a single round, he had cleared them of most of their silver. He could have taken all of it, but as he'd learned from experience, that particular act was a major source of violence. And, though he was an excellent gambler, Baz was definitely not very good in a fight. 

Smirking as he loaded the silver into his bag, he decided to leave the group before they got punch-happy. He sauntered over to the bar, shooting a charming smile at a woman on a stool as he did. "A mug of ale, if you would~" he requested of the bartender, tossing some of his new silver onto the counter. She nodded and filled him a mug, sliding it in front of him.