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Post by theodora on Sept 11, 2012 22:32:03 GMT -5
South quarter was unpleasant.
There were more imaginative descriptions that came to mind but for the most part, unpleasant summed it up.
Here no cats made eye contact for fear of retaliation. Everyone hastened in their step, staying on the streets as little as possible.
The air smelled faintly fetid, and it was enough to make Theodora curl her lip in distaste. Despite the many times she had found herself strolling these streets, leisurely compared to the majority, the she-cat could never quite get used to the stench.
It irked her to know later she would have to wash her sleek fur more than once to rid herself of the smell.
Tail flickering, her paws tapped lightly along the street, tail swaying idly.
The few that had risked the streets were quickly vanishing, for the tall grey feline seemed to radiate a dangerous aura, despite the placid look of calm she kept on her face.
Glancing over her shoulder at a door slamming shut, Theo couldn't hide a rueful grin.
Oh, how she did love the south quarter.
You were always one more dramatics, Cupid..
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Post by BIT on Sept 12, 2012 17:46:54 GMT -5
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Cutting down through the South Quarter while on his way west was definitely not the shortest route the brown tomcat could take, but it was one he took often. But not for the scenery, or the lovely smell offered by the South Quarter...
Wonder if I can hold my breath all the way through this Quarter. Rorick wrinkled up his nose as a particularly strong scent caught his attention.
He picked up his pace as he continued his patrol, but still kept an eye on the dwindling number of cats around. Despite the smell, the South Quarter was as good place to spot wanted criminals since they sometimes gathered here like moths to a flame.
Rorick was hoping to luck out today and spot the pickpocket he'd been after for a week now. But so far, all the cats he passed didn't fit the description.
With the end of his staff, the brown tabby hit and sent a small stone bouncing down the road in front of him. Walking around out in the open like this probably isn't doing me any favors either. I need a cloak.
The stone finally came to rest behind a tall gray shecat, just shy of hitting her back paw. Rorick smiled slightly when he realized who it was walking out in front of him.
"Hah, no wonder there were so few cats about. Theo's patrolling here." He tucked his wooden staff under his arm and hurried after the tall shecat.
"You're frightening all the criminals away walking around how you are, all scary like." Rorick greeted right before catching up with her, "You got to act more nicey nice. Give them a false sense of security so they poke their heads out of their rat holes."
Rorick grinned at Theo, giving no indication he was worried about teasing a cat who was very capable of beating the life out of someone.
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Post by falconkai on Sept 12, 2012 20:33:25 GMT -5
Theus hopped agilely across the rooftops of the South Quarter. The foul smell of trash, rats and un-washed fur seeping up towards him, making his nose wrinkle in disgust as he eyed the fetid neighbourhood with a haunting eye. The smell wasn't so bad though, he could still smell the mint poultice on the bandage covering his eye-socket, and he liked watching the South Quarter when it was quiet like this.
The wind changed direction, buffeting his fur as he took a deep breath of the air. But it was still fetid and rotting, making his hunt for the slavers even more difficult. Giving up, Theus sighed and slid downward to sit on the South Quarter's grime covered rooftops.
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Post by Howlkitty on Sept 12, 2012 22:39:40 GMT -5
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Pawsteps silent against the ground, a hooded figure was making its way through the quiet streets of the South Quarter, head held low. It was almost impossible to hear or see her, for the she-cat was moving like a shadow, like a shadow in the darkness of night. Except it wasn't actually night.
Riven herself wasn't really trying to hide, she'd just left her hood on after a visit from Rithengar - well, it had been raining up there, and she truly disliked getting her fur wet. Snorting quietly at the familiar smell of the South Quarter, she continued walking, hands occupied by a fresh piece of prey. Quite a large rabbit it was.
The air of South Quarter might not seem pleasant to some felines, but it didn't concern her, for Riven had gotten quite used to it, having to live here. Although at her house, located just by the Witches Hollow and surrounded by trees, the air was truly much fresher than the streets.
Although everything was not the way it seemed. Earlier in the morning, while the sky was still dark and cats - asleep, the wanderer had been out in some FDT business - which meant, an assassination contract. But all evidence was cleared, as far as she was concerned, as well as her mind - with a quick hunting trip up in the lands of the human race.
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Post by RushingWolf on Sept 13, 2012 18:05:32 GMT -5
Devyn strolled casually through the streets of the Southern Quarter. He made an effort not hang around this Quarter too often due to its smell but he had to admit that it did have a certain appeal to him anyways. Sure it wasn't the pretties of the districts but the fact that it lay near the ocean always seemed to draw him in when he came 'round these parts.
He had his hood down, he didn't want to cause any suspicion after all. He knew the shades liked hanging around these parts because of all the petty thieves this place had. He himself wasn't one of those 'petty' thieves however. He was the Guild master of the FDT. No petty thieve could manage to obtain a title like that surely. And he also didn't make a habit of stealing from the less fortunate like they did.
He tried to keep his mind off of that though. Who knew what kind of cats roamed these areas and he wouldn't want anyone snooping through his mind and finding out about the Guild like that. Out of the corner of his eye he managed to spot a familiar looking figure walking through the Quarter. He wasn't one for friends but it would be nice to have some allies in a place like this. And he was right about knowing this cat. He'd met Riven once when he was just the Co-Master and as he made his way towards her, raising a paw in a non chalant greeting he wondered what she'd think of him now. |
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Post by theodora on Sept 13, 2012 19:20:45 GMT -5
The willowy feline had barely turned her head to the familiar voice before a wolfish grin cracked her facade. The younger male was one she knew well enough to see through his silly jesting. Joker he was, but twice as deadly. She clapped a paw on his shoulder, easy enough as she passed him by a solid two inches atleast. "Aw, Ror, I much prefer sniffing out my prey then having them come to me like wee fishies to the net. Alas," At this she took a quick sniff before snorting in revulsion, ears pinned momentarily,"-I am having some difficulty with this haze of stink in the air. But I'm in no rush." Theo took the time to stop, facing her fellow shade as she eyed him thoughtfully. He was a year or so younger than she, but well trained with the staff he carried. The she-cat was never one to turn down a helping hand. "I don't recall getting partnered with you before, Kid, perhaps we should make it interesting say...make a bet? Those with the most bagged scum wins..." She paused to consider her coin pouch, which was still quite pleasantly heavy from her last job. The nickname she'd offered was only a mild ribbing, with no sting behind it. Theodora wasn't much for bullying her comrades. "Twenty schillings and a whiskey. Loser ofcourse, pays. What say you?" At this she arched a brow, waiting for his answer. Even so, her gaze flitted around them, drawing in a few characters not far off down the lane. Her curiosity quirked, she looked again at Rorick, but not without a conspiring look meant for him. Looks like the rats ARE coming from their holes eh old boy...
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Post by BIT on Sept 15, 2012 21:30:19 GMT -5
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Do as the more senior Legionaries do, learn from their example.
Rorick had been told that early on in his life but had never really followed the advice. He'd mostly learned things his own way. Now though, as a Shade, he saw the meaning and value in it. Latching himself to Theo the Grey seemed like the best choice he could make. She was indeed scary to be around, quite intimidating and probably full of experience, but she also seemed accepting of his rather flippant behavior and attitude. Theo was also able to throw the teasing right back at him it seemed too.
I am just a kid compared to her. He mused to himself while the tall shecat talked of making things interesting.
“They couldn’t hide in a nice flower patch, could they? Have to make it difficult on us. And no, never had the privilege of partnering with you before now. You were probably too busy scamming others out of their hard earned money like you are trying to me."
Rorick doubted very much he could win against Theo in any contest, besides maybe if it was who could fit in a smaller space, since he had yet to even bag the simple pickpocket he’d been after. But a wager would help liven things up some.
“Hmm…” Rorick tapped his staff on the ground lazily a couple times as he thought, “I’m a bit light on shillings right now, but we can still bet the whiskey.”
The brown tabby wished he had the drink right now, just thinking about it made him eager for his shift to be over so he would be free to head into a tavern for a shot or three.
“Most bagged scum in a week or so wins, yes?” He said with feigned confidence. But he saw Theo’s gaze drift off down the road and then return to him with a twinkle. Rorick looked and saw the cats as well.
“You know them?”
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Post by falconkai on Sept 16, 2012 19:48:30 GMT -5
Theus moved to a crouch from his place on the rooftop. All of his senses alert as he eyed the streets from atop the roof shingles; He could hear the two Legionaries chattering below, and he could see a cat in a dark blue cloak in the distance. 'The perfect view...' He thought, a smile creeping across his face as he turned his attention back to the two legionaries below. He crouched forward to listen, His ear's pricked up and twitching in humor. "A whiskey?" He called in amusement as he turned to begin climbing down from the rooftop. "What happened to spiced wine and rum?" He joked as he slid down the wall to the ground, to land in the dust.
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Post by Howlkitty on Sept 16, 2012 20:09:26 GMT -5
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Riven instantly froze upon spotting a dark figure making its way towards her, setting her right paw on the dagger hidden underneath her cloak - well, you know, just in case. As the feline raised a paw in greeting, the sandy brown wanderer could finally recognize him - it was Ghost, of course, the co-master of the Flame Dagger Thugs. She had no clue about his promotion though - but one she knew for sure, it was pretty nice meeting him once again when he wasn't trying to mug her and she wasn't trying to whack him with a bow.
"Greetings," she spoke quietly towards Devyn, keeping her voice low of course, for she sensed the presence of other felines nearby. the South Quarter wasn't a pleasant place to spend time at, not at all, and to be honest she wanted to get home as fast as possible - if the house she lived at could even be called home. Being the wanderer she was, Riven didn't exactly have a place to call home, the little house she had hidden among the trees was more like a hiding place.
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Post by RushingWolf on Sept 17, 2012 16:36:04 GMT -5
"Not thinking of attacking me again are you?" he said wittily as he walked closer to the cloaked assassin that he was now sure was in fact Riven. Strange seeing her here, or rather, strange that he was here in the first place. He didn't come often to the Southern Quarter so for all he knew Riven lived here. Not that he envied her for living here. The Eastern QUarter may have its own quirks but at least it didn't smell. And it looked nicer than this. "So what brings you here? A little bit of thieving? Or is it something else?" Of course he had no reason being there other than pretty much going for a walk. But a little steal on the side wouldn't be bad either.
That said he glanced around and spotted them. Three cats, standing together. And they didn't look nice in the least, especially with them staring in his general direction. Flicking an ear to Riven he started moving away from them. Though there wasn't much he could do since he hardly knew the area, he just wished they'd shove off and mind their own business.
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Post by theodora on Sept 17, 2012 17:02:06 GMT -5
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"The Green House Gang smelled pretty nice. Had an illegal weaponry scam going for awhile. You'd of loved them, Ror." A sweet memory really, when she was still fresh, maybe even moreso than the tom at her side. Before her reputation had permeated the dark streets and hidden alleys.
A paw clapped on the tabby's ear, tweaking it with a comrads familiararity as the grin stretched ever wider on her face. "Deal, I'll be looking forward to that whiskey..." The thought trailed off as the conversation was stalled by the joining of new masculine tones. Oh, Theo had seen him as he slid down, had felt perhaps they were being watched prior to his revealing. A paw tapped the shiny metal of her dagger, just as a reminder to herself, though she stood with languid ease. No reason to ruffle her fur yet. The tom was not one she had met before, that she could recall, and this job was as much about combat skill as it was memory. "Mm, perhaps for festival time, or a good wedding. But nothing takes the edge off like a good straight shot of the tavern's finest whiskey. Ofcourse, if we're talking about a free mug of the stuff," Theo poised herself, eyes flecked with light as her tail looped behind her prettily, a curtsey following. "-I'm a lady, and wouldn't offend by declining a free beverage." By the way she moved, it was obvious the exotic she-cat was learned in the ways of etiquette, and one couldn't help but wonder what exactly her past entailed. Looking at Rorick she twitched an ear, her earrings twinkling a soft melody as her attention once again settled on the stranger. "Got a name, oh cat-who-lurks-on-roofs?" To the fellow shades inquiry she had paused, noticing now that the felines she had been keenly studying before had begun to move away, wary and almost nervous in the movements. Ah ah ah, not so fast, kitties. Eyes narrowed now, claws beginning to slip forward from her paws. "Yes, you do too, Kid. Thats are meal ticket right there. And looks like they're feeling the heat."
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Post by BIT on Sept 21, 2012 23:52:06 GMT -5
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Rorick endured Theo's friendly tweaking of his ear with a faked sour look on his face. He actually didn't mind the gesture, it was just odd how rather motherly it seemed to him. Which clashed with the stories he'd heard about her.
The brown tabby stopped short of a reply when a cry of 'A whiskey!' rang out. The shade watched as the large tomcat jumped down from a nearby building.
Who does this white cat think he is, stalking the roofs like some sort of assassin and intruding on conversations?
Rorick was pretty sure he'd never made that big of an entrance in his entire life. It was when the tabby caught sight of the bandage around the other tomcat's head and the flash of black tattoos on his back that a name came to mind.
By The Creator, he is an assassin!
Rorick had heard stories about Orpheus as well, before he'd dropped out of Legionary basic training. There were a couple theories among the recruits as to how he had lost the eye in the riots. The tabby enjoyed the version where Orpheus had fought off a dozen rioters at once before one of the gang leaders stabbed a dagger into his eye. It was obviously false, but it was still a good story nonetheless.
Rorick left it to Theo to greet the assassin and held back a smirk when she tried her luck at possibly getting another free drink. He would also let Orpheus introduce himself, not wanting to step on the menacing looking tomcat's toes.
Maybe if I stand higher on my tippytoes I'll be as tall as these two... The brown tabby was almost tempted to do it but then Theo's words made his whiskers twitch and he turned his full attention on the retreating cats.
Innocent cats don't flee.
It was not a rule set in stone, but it was one Rorick used the most when sorting citizen from criminal. Well, other than seeing who had a blade pointed at him.
Rorick took a step towards the two unknown cats, calling out a quick but commanding, "Halt, you two!"
With Theo entertaining the assassin, both sharing in their equal enjoyment of being tall and intimidating, Rorick could possibly get a very slim head start in their bet. Hopefully, maybe, catch one of the two cats if they turned out to be criminals.
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Post by falconkai on Oct 9, 2012 6:33:01 GMT -5
Theus' oceanic eye flicked in the direction of the fleeing cats, his instinctive reaction making him whirl around to bolt after then on all-fours. His mind ticking away with a plan as he raced after the tabby shade. The shade had definitely recognized him which made him all the more weary as he bolted up towards the tabby tom's hind-side. Orpheus was going to fein and lose speed, because if he did maybe he would have someone who didn't fear him but treated him as a friend.
Theus smiled, putting on a burst of speed so that he came shoulder to shoulder with the tabby tom, a big grin on his one-eyed face as he huffed lightly. He could probably easily out-run the tom but he decided against it when he found the perfect excuse for him to fall behind. Putting on a flare of speed, Theus charged ahead as if he was going to vault over the barrels and tackle one of the supposed criminals. Instead he deliberately messed up, the back of one of his hind-legs catching on one of the stacked barrels, sending him toppling and rolling into the dirt in a sea off wood, his bandage flying up into the air. Making all the blood drain from his face in fear of someone screaming or recognizing him.
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