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#2955211 Shadows in the night

Posted by Elaine on 10 October 2011 - 12:12 AM in Skaa Slums

You should never go out in the mists at night. They were dangerous, after all. Monsters lurked around every corner, waiting to gobble you up or possess you, the older skaa always said.

The older skaa were, quite frankly, idiots.

Skipping down the ash-padded streets, Elaine's diminutive footfalls made barely a sound. Not that they could be heard over brother's thudding steps regardless. He was trying to be quiet, though, so she could not fault him that. Especially not since it had been such a lucrative evening, putting her in a fantastic mood.

The old hags' gossip had been spot on, easily relinquished to a curious and precious child's just-shy-of-incessant questioning. A scuffle in front of a bakery had lead to a (broken) window of opportunity, and the guard posted by the shoddily-boarded shopfront had been easily distracted by the thrown rock down an alley.....when all he had left was curiosity and boredom, that was.

The boards had been tightly nailed in place, and the gaps were too small for even her to climb through. But that hadn't mattered. One good tug from big brother, and a perfect hole was made. By the time the guard had returned from his overly-curious detour, the board was...mostly...back in place, and they were on their way home with armloads of less-than-day-old bread. A true delicacy!

The small group of thugs that emerged from the alleyways inside the slums were somewhat unexpected, but definitely welcome. A pathetic excuse for a skaa girl with an armload of bread? Easiest mark of the night. Or so they thought, and she encouraged them to think, coaxing away their doubts and superstitions about the mists so they would waste time picking on her and pushing her frail form about.

The bumps and bruises were more than a fair trade for watching their faces as one by one they flew across the street, crumpling into a heap so masterfully arranged by Vincent's fists. Collecting her fallen bundle of bread and handing it up to brother dear, Elaine skipped over and liberated their pockets of what clips they had pilfered already, and paused to kick one square in the groin.

"Your mommas shoulda taught ya not to pick on lil girls~. Creeps."

Spinning on a heel with a huff, she marched away with an air of triumph about her, leading the way back home. The tenement was old, half rotted out, but the cellar was still solid, and that was what counted most. A place to rest away from prying eyes, somewhere nobody would bother...or care...to check.

Tearing a hunk of bread off with her teeth as they walked, she enclosed one of Vincent's fingers in her free hand.

" 'Unno hai..." The slightly stale mouthful was swallowed. "Sorry~! I don't know why everyone is so scared of the mists, Vincent. Look! They don't even come close...maybe they're scared of you!" Elaine giggled, resting her head on his forearm.

Vincent just shook his head. The mists never came close, always gently swirling in a bubble about them. He couldn't be sure if that was a good thing, though.

Not like there was anyone he could ask.