ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵉ O͟͟𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐖

@thirdcorvus    ( … )      aw,   and   here   I   thought   you   simply   liked   my   company.     [       the   female   thief   pouted,   before   her   smile   widened,   hand   lifting   to   fiddle   with   the   new   golden   accessory   on   her   ear.        ]       you   like   it  ?     I   stole   it   from   a   prince   not   too   long   ago.   he   was   too   busy   engrossed   in   my   charm   to   notice.     [       she   smirked,   before   sitting   down   on   the   seat   opposite   him,   kicking   her   feet   up.     ]   fine.   you’re   on.   and   I   suppose   that   if   you   win,   then   you   want   the   earring,   hm ?    what   do   I   get   if   / I /   win ? 

I've  got  an  attachment  to  that  /beautiful/  earring  you've  got  on  you,   [he  says,  voice  honeyed  and  eyes  practically  falling  out  of  their  sockets  as  he  gazes  longingly  at  the  mentioned  accessory.  he's  grinning  widely,  too,   in  that  way  he  usually  does  when  he's  trying  to  coerce  someone  into  doing  something  for  him.]   Come  on.  Just  one  round?

@thirdcorvus    ( … )      mhmm..  want   me   to   stick   around,   huh   love ?   if   I   didn’t   know   any   better,   I’d   say   you’ve   formed   an   unhealthy   attachment.      [    the   blonde   grinned,   leaning   her   head   on   his   shoulder   playfully,   flicking   her   thumb   and   pointer   finger   at   the   sharpshooter’s   nose.      ]      another   game ?   I   had   no   idea   you   had   so   much   fun   losing,   fahey.   are   you   sure   you   want   to   do   this ? 

@thirdcorvus    ( … )      try   running   in   / heels /.          [      her   eyes   rolled,   glancing   around   the   corner   of   the   wall,   breaths   slightly   heavier   from   running.   she   looked   back   over   at   him,   eyes   trailing   down   to   the   item   within   his   grasp.   a   charming   smile   appeared   on   her   features.      ]       you   know,   if   it’s   really   bothering   you,   you   could   always   give   it   to   / me /   to   look   after.   you   can   / absolutely /   trust   me.   

These  boots  weren't  made  for  running,   [is  the  only  thing  he  can  think  of  responding  with.  He  isn't  as  quick-witted  as  he  usually  is,  what  with  the  heavy  item  in  his  hand  and  the  exhaustion  weighing  down  on  him.   A  frustrated  noise  soon  tears  its  way  out  of  him.]    How  are  they  this  fast  today?  These  people  are  usually  so  slow!  Did  they  drink  something  new,  or  what--!

@thirdcorvus    ( … )     ‘in   the   clear’   is   such   a   boring   way   to   put   it.       [     lenaya   purred,   voice   laced   with   mischief.      ]      but   if   you’re   asking   whether   the   guards   are   still   chasing   us   down   this   corridor   of   doom  —   then   no,   darling,   we’re   not   in   the   clear…   but   that   just   makes   it   more   fun,   doesn’t   it ? 

@thirdcorvus    /    * WAVES MADLY

" murderer ? " she repeated , taking a step back , almost in shock at the accusation " no , no , no ...that's not the case " she was quick to explain , holding her hands up in a momentary surrender . on her hands sat a many a ring , glinting in the artificial light of the streets , they varied in shape and size , some shining as though brand new , others tarnished and rusting ...it was abundantly clear they weren't hers " heh- " she laughed , slipping her hands behind her back " perhaps i have a habit of finding things that i shouldnt be " she confessed with a sheepish laugh "this isn't the first time i've been caught ...otherwise dirre , i wouldn't have grabbed you " 

@tidesturning-    ( … )      [      after   a   while,   lenaya   slipped   her   arm   back   away   from   the   other   blonde,   the   rush   of   adrenaline   allowing   a   laugh   to   leave   her   lips   once   the   guards   were   out   of   sight.     ]      oh   come   on.    it   wouldn’t   be   a   good   trick   if   I   shared   it   now,   would   it   love ?     [      she   teased   with   a   charming   grin,   as   she   brushed   the   imaginary   dust   off   the   fabric   of   her   coat.     ]      besides,   I   / highly /   doubt   that   you’ll   share   why   you   were   so   / adamant /   about   not   being   seen   by   the   stadwatch.   you   don’t   see   me   interrogating   you,   do   you   ?   I   mean,   I   / could /   arrange   that,   if   you’d   prefer….  for   all   I   know,   I   might’ve   just   assisted   in   the   escaping   of   a   /  murderer /…      [      she   trailed   off   with   a   dramatic   gasp,   placing   her   hand   upon   her   chest.      ] 

" i'm aware of that ! unfortunately being perfect isn't on the list of things i'm good at " she huffed , rolling her eyes as she shouldered her way through the crowd " i know but - " she paused , brows furrowimg as she tried to process , thinking back over everything she had seen " they're idiots but they're not that bad " she pointed out , reaching up and pushing the scarf from her face , letting herself relax as the distance between them increased " everyone has tricks in the barrel . you're not going to share yours ? " 

@tikinis    ( … )     [     lenaya   smirked,   a   glint   of   mischief   dancing   in   her   ocean   eyes   as   she   crossed   her   arms,   tilting   her   head   slightly   and   making   a   clicking   sound   with   her   tongue.     ]   oh,    brekker.   always   so   serious.   rules   don’t   change   for   outsiders,   huh ?   that   sounds   like   a   challenge   wrapped   in   a   riddle — and   you   know   I   can’t   resist   either…   I’m   very   good   at   finding   information   on   my   own,   you   know.   it’s   part   of   my   skill   set.   but   for   the   sake   of   curiosity,   what   would   you,   of   all   people,   find   more   valuable  than   kruge ?

@tikinis     ( … )    or…   what   ?     [    the   blonde   smirked,   her   fingers   lightly   tracing   the   edge   of   a   dagger   tucked   into   her   belt.   her   bright   blue   eyes   sparkled   with   a   mixture   of   challenge   and   amusement.     ]     you   really   think   I’m   the   kind   of   girl   who   steps   back   just   because   you   say   so ?     [     she   took   a   slow,   deliberate   step   forward   instead,  her   blonde   hair   catching   the   dim   light   like   a   halo   of   trouble.  she   traced   a   finger   lightly   over   the   edge   of   her   coat   pocket,   where   a   few   stolen   trinkets   jangled   softly.    ]     you’ve   got   a   reputation,   brekker.   cold,   calculated,   always   in   control…   that   doesn’t   mean   I   need   to   obey   your   commands   like   some   little   pet.   / that /   would   be   vastly   pathetic. 

@snatchinthief       ⟢    [fingers press into his red tresses, there’s a bit of unease when the other approaches. wry smile wiped clean off of his soft complexion, eyes flicker elsewhere. finding anywhere to look at, other than the one in front of him. it takes for just a moment, and wylan is already in hopes to deviate some means of escape. hand resting firm around the strap of his bag,]       ah      ..explosives?      [the word arises deep in his throat. constrains the very air circulating in his chest cavity, the red head had to think very carefully. while he’s done with offering his services himself, the rest of the crows would be displeased to hear that he’s assisting someone else.]      well, i could tell you that i no longer provide such business anymore.

@merchlings    ( … )    [    lenaya’s   lips   curled   into   a   mischievous   grin   as   she   stepped   closer,   the   soft   glow   of   moonlight   catching   strands   of   her   golden   hair.   she   purred,   her   voice   a   teasing  whisper   that   danced   on   the   air   like   a   secret.     ]     I   don’t   need   things   that   sparkle   to   take   something   valuable.     [      sometimes,   the   best   things   to   steal   were   the   secrets   others   hid   behind   their   masks,   or   a   quick   thought   they   tried   to   hide.    but   that   wasn’t   why   she   was   there.      ]      …    I   hear   through   the   barrel   you're   the   mastermind   behind   some   pretty   impressive   explosives.   care   to   tell   me   more   about   that  ? 

@mortrdem    ( … )    [    lenaya   didn’t   flinch   at   the   sound   of   the   cane — click, click, click — though   most   did.   the   shadows   peeled   away   like   stage   curtains,   revealing   the   infamous   bastard   of   the   barrel   in   all   his   bitter   glory.   she   perched   lazily   on   the   edge   of   the   windowsill,   bathed   in   moonlight,   one   boot   dangling,   the   other   braced   for   a   quick   escape.   her   single   golden   braid   caught   the   light   as   she   tilted   her   head   with   mock   innocence,   playing   lazily   with   a   black   opal   she’d   just   lifted   from   his   private   collection.   she   had   snagged   it   from   the   safe   hidden   behind   the   painting   before   he   had   made   his   appearance.      ]     oh   come   / on /.   you   have   to   admit   you’re   at   least   a   little   be   impressed.   don’t   be   so   sour. 
                
                  [     her   eyes   sparkled   with   mischief   as   she   hopped   off   the   windowsill   casually,   strolling   closer,   hands   raised   in   faux   surrender.    ]    you   should   know   better,   too.   [   she   said,   mimicking   his   own   words   with   a   smirk.    ]      you   left   the   window     unlatched.   that’s   practically   an   invitation.

@charmingprivateer    ( … )     [     lenaya’s   grin   widened,   that   sly   smile   that   always   preceded   trouble,   lingering.   the   coin   she’d   been   twirling   vanished   between   her   fingers   like   a   magic   trick,   slipped   back   into   some   hidden   pocket   with   a   flourish   as   she   leaned   casually   against   the   wall,   eyes   gleaming   like   mischief   in   the   flesh.    ]     oh,   darling,   I   always   have   a   story   to   tell…   the   real   trick   is   figuring   out   which   parts   are   true.     [      she   winked,   voice   smooth   as   silk   and   just   as   dangerous.    ]    but   if   you   must   know….     [      she   tilted   her   head,   golden   curls   catching   the   light.     ]     …     I came from the rooftop.    as   for   being sneaky — guilty.     [     she   held   up   her   hands   innocently,   though   her   smirk   betrayed   her.    ]     but   you   shouldn’t   flatter   yourself   too   much.   you   weren’t   / that /   hard   to   catch   off   guard.   bit   distracted,   were   we ? 

( a surprised look crossed the boy’s face, if only for a split-second. however, he allowed his mouth to quirk upwards just slightly, letting out a chuckle. ) oh? well, i hadn’t realized there were many ways to go about such a simple question. but if you’d really like to know the answer, it’d be the former. you must be pretty sneaky, hm? you certainly caught me off-guard with your appearance. perhaps i’m just curious. ( he shrugged a shoulder, raising a brow. ) although i wouldn’t mind hearing the answer to both. i’m sure you’ve got quite a story to tell.

@charmingprivateer    ( … )      [       the    blonde   thief   smirked,   twirling   a   coin   casually   between   her   heavily   ringed   fingers.       ]     you’ll   have   to   be   a   bit   more   specific,   love.     [     she   drawled,   voice   honeyed   with   mischief.     ]      are   you   asking   where   I   appeared   from   just   now — like   a   ghost   from   the   shadows ?   or   do   you   mean   where   I   hail   from,   the   place   I   spent   my   scandalous   youth   and   inherited   these   devastatingly   charming   features ?   because   those   are   two   very   different   stories...
            

@hyrded    ( … )      give   what   back  ?       [       the   blonde   woman   asked   innocently   as   she   twirled   around   to   face   the   other,   her   trench   coat   flapping   dramatically   by   her   ankles.     her   expression   was   all   wide   eyes   and   playful   confusion,   the   perfect   picture   of   someone   who   couldn’t   possibly   have   done   anything   wrong.   she   was   skilled   at   what   she   did   —   she   had   a   very   light,   feather   touch,   easy   to   slip   her   hands   into   pockets   as   she   walked   past.   which   was   why   it   surprised   her   that   she   had   been   caught.   it   didn’t   happen   very   often   at   all.        ]     you   know…     [     she   added   with   a   sly   tilt   of   her   head,   voice   soft   but   edged   with   amusement.       ]        when   you   tell   someone   they’re   not   supposed   to   be   somewhere...   it   only   makes   them   more   curious.   makes   it   feel   forbidden.   tempting.   dangerous.   [     and   that,   after   all,   was   half   the   thrill.     ]