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#1
Posted 14 January 2014 - 04:16 AM
The two of them walked through the halls quickly. Part of Delve's initial stake-out was to find out which room the man they were meeting was in. She didn't want to have to talk to anyone, considering where they were. She counted doorways, casting continual glances over her shoulders to make sure that they weren't being followed. She was paranoid. Much to paranoid.
This was important to Delve. She'd heard about Klyde before, and had even considered joining his crew when she first heard about him, but she tried not to work with anyone that she felt was a competent person. Incompetence drove her away before she could get attached. Attachments were bad and to be avoided. She was running out of options, though. There were only so many thieving crews in Luthadel when you kept running from one to the other, and also had to stay hidden from people who knew you as to many names. This had worked at first, but now she was beginning to think that it might not be a bad idea to settle for a few months longer than normal and let people forget about her.
Delve checked the room for the millionth time, not wanting to be at the wrong one, and then knocked on the door once. If it wasn't the right room, they would know immediately, and it was better to wait for someone to call from the room instead of the two of them barging in.
#2
Posted 14 January 2014 - 07:51 PM
The corridors were almost completely empty. Ryle walked them, just a bit in front of Devren, but still very close, touching even. His right hand rested on the middle of her forearm, somehow guiding her with a light touch. He was worried and obviously weary of this place, this much was clear. It bled through to Ryle, but she was confident when with him. Her concern was much lesser, both because of that and because she could finally breathe somewhat normally. Three days sleeping in that building made her allergies really bad, but getting out, then being here - she could even smell some of that strange scent that filled this place.
Dev found a room and stood outside it, then knocked once. It was quick and hurried, as if he was not sure about it.
Edited by Tal Spektor, 14 January 2014 - 07:52 PM.
#3
Posted 15 January 2014 - 12:23 AM
"Come in," he croaked, his voice not quite coming out clearly. Lord Ruler, he sounded like an old man!
"Cell? Khaelys? Delissia? Is that you?"
#4
Posted 15 January 2014 - 03:03 AM
#5
Posted 15 January 2014 - 04:27 AM
"Who's asking?"
#6
Posted 15 January 2014 - 04:53 AM
"I'm Devren, and this is my sister. We're new to Luthadel and we heard about him. We were told that he was here. I don't know. This city is so big, and I don't know my way around yet." She said, still soft, though she looked up a little more, trying to show a determination behind the fear. Convincing suspicious people was not easy.
Edited by MozytheHealer, 15 January 2014 - 04:53 AM.
#7
Posted 15 January 2014 - 05:05 AM
"And what am I supposed to do about that?" He eyed to two expectantly, keeping his voice flat. "Well? I don't look like a bloody baby sitter, do I?"
#8
Posted 15 January 2014 - 05:16 AM
"I don't expect that. We can take care of ourselves. But we want to join your crew. I don't know if you're actually accepting new members." She was talking to much. It was part of her plan. Devren was nervous. Nervous, excited, and determined.
#9
Posted 15 January 2014 - 05:52 AM
"Anyways," Klyde continued, realizing he had trailed off mid-sentence. "This is the real deal kid, not some grand adventure to join in on, or secret club house to keep you safe. I'm dealing with real cons, real people, real money, and real death. That's right death. You could die. And while you might say you are ready for that, not only do I not believe you, but I sure as the mists do not believe that little snot goblin trailing behind you can say the same. You wanna show you're tough enough to handle a crew like mine, tell me what you think you can do for me, and lose the screamer. Then we might talk."
#10
Posted 15 January 2014 - 06:04 AM
"Mister Klyde? Mister Klyde, why are you angry with us? Do you hate us?", she asked.
Edited by Tal Spektor, 15 January 2014 - 06:04 AM.
#11
Posted 15 January 2014 - 06:28 AM
He idly wondered what Delissia was doing at the moment? She certainly wasn't spending much time at the hotel. Who did she think she was, gallivanting all over the bloody city on her own. Aside from the fact that she checked in on him from time to time, he might as well have never found her. At least then he wouldn't have been stuck in this blasted prison of a hospital. She was probably off flirting with some handsome Lord right now, with the ash-blasted charm of hers, while he was stuck arguing with a delusional teenager and his dumb kid sister.
#12
Posted 15 January 2014 - 06:33 AM
"I know how to be a nobleman, and I can scam a person. I'm a decent lier, when I have to be, and I can take care of myself, if I have to. I can. I've been taking care of the two of us for years." Too much information could be risky. It was best to just give vague details about Devren's life, and only give specifics if pressed. "And I've trained Sil in the ways of the underground and such. She can be a young noblewoman, if she's quiet, and she can follow orders. Doesn't ask many questions, see."
Delve truly hoped this would work. Pulling the 'I've been lying the whole time' card never went well, but she'd use it if she had to.
Edited by MozytheHealer, 15 January 2014 - 06:34 AM.
#13
Posted 15 January 2014 - 06:25 PM
The first thing she did when she came to her senses was lose every indicator of innocense, every pretense. She straightened somewhat, and changed her air from looking up to him to looking him in the eyes. Her voice returned to normal, she was herself. Then she made herself amused and proud of herself. Ryle then turned to Devren and spoke.
"Did you see that, brother? He actually bought it! I told you I'd practiced. And please do not forget that he is a crewleader - he deals with real" she emphasized this last word scornfully "cons and conmen. Wouldn't you expect a member of the underground, a crewleader who plans cons, especially one who is successful, to know when he is being played with? It would be very unfortunate if one day he will be conned, don't you agree?"
Turning back to Klyde, Ryle saw he wore a skeptical mask over a surprised mind. Shouldn't he know what he was missing?
"Did you ever need a credible cover for a conman? Nobody would suspect a small girl to be in on a plan, therefore everything she supports will instantly be regarded as truth. As for my age, I am like my brother - many years older than I look. I am not a child like people see me - " Ryle turned to Devren again, and asked him in amusement "remember how a few days ago somebody said I was ten or so? - " facing Klyde again, she added in a matter-of-fact manner "I am fifteen, and much more mature than most my age. There will be no problem caused by my youth."
This must have done something.
Edited by Tal Spektor, 15 January 2014 - 06:25 PM.
#14
Posted 15 January 2014 - 08:22 PM
#16
Posted 17 January 2014 - 10:43 PM
"Hold on a minute," he said, trying to get his thoughts in order. If he just let people into his crew left and right, it would be sure to fail. He didn't just need people, he needed the right people. Pots had always handled the hiring before, Klyde had always been occupied with, more important matters. As things were though, he needed all the people he could get. On the other hand, with these two in the mix, his crew would be almost entirely made up of teenagers. Did Delve honestly expect him to believe that a boy whose voice had barely changed could be twenty five? Klyde was still missing something, and he intended to figure it out.
"Let's say I believe that you are as good as you say, and your 'kid sister,' or girlfriend, or whatever she is, really is a teenager who's just really good at playing baby. That doesn't change the fact that..." Klyde faltered. Where was he going with this? "That... you... are hiding something from me!" His volume grew suddenly in triumph. Of course the brats were hiding something. They wouldn't be here if they weren't.
"You are hiding something from me, and I know it, so here's your options: spit it out and show me that I can trust you, or you can go out, get some food, bring that back to me, then leave and never come back. It's up to you. And as for you little miss," continued Klyde, stalling the objection he wasn't sure was coming or not, "None of that, 'but you can trust me,' nonsense. Some people might be taken in by that namby pamby baby face routine, but not me. You wanna prove you can fool me? Make me trust you and then we'll see."
#17
Posted 17 January 2014 - 10:58 PM
"Honestly, you should have known we were hiding something right away. And yes, our ages are exactly as we say, no matter how much you think otherwise." She could hear the doubt in his voice.
#18
Posted 18 January 2014 - 12:09 AM
Klyde raised an arm too suddenly, and cringed. Once the pain passed, he proceeded to count out his points on his fingers. "First of all, I know you are not new to Luthadel, because I am newly back in Luthadel, and there's no way you could have found me, or known to find me, this quickly if you had only just arrived as well. Second, you guys haven't been together long. If you had been, you wouldn't have stayed long enough for someone to get "too handsy" because you would have been able to see it coming, and either knife the guy quietly, or get the hell out before it happened. Also, your styles are completely different, so don't try to tell me you taught her anything. Next, let's move on to the king jewel on top of the treasure pile. You said earlier that you are a 'decent liar'. No one says they are a decent liar unless they are an ash-blasted great liar, because 'decent' liars are too worried about getting caught. So, how about you convince me how I can be sure you won't stab a knife in my back, despite you being the Lord Ruler of liars?" Klyde hoped that the pair would catch on to what he was waiting for, and hated himself for caring.
#19
Posted 18 January 2014 - 05:02 AM
"I have lived in Luthadel for a year, and in that time I've figured things out. Decided you were my best bet at having a decent thieving job. Before that I worked for a crew north of here in this tiny little city. Not much there except for a few nobles who were stupid enough to fall for us every time." Tiny grains of truth. Small ones. Untraceable, and unnoticeable. She was still good at this, even if the original idea hadn't worked. It had been a longshot anyways. "I do have a sister, but she's dead now. The crew sold her to a brothel and she was killed by a nobleman. Now, as you know my entire life story, what else is required? Blood oath? Should I swear that I won't knife you and run? Perhaps I can swear by the mists? People like the mists."
Edited by MozytheHealer, 18 January 2014 - 09:31 PM.
#20
Posted 19 January 2014 - 03:36 AM
"I... I was born a plantation skaa. When I'd gone out in the mists, my parents rejected me. I ran away, and after one week, I found docks, got into a barge and then to Luthadel. In the five years since, all I did was con and steal in the streets - except for a few months in a thieving crew somewhere in the middle. Devren..." Ryle cringed at the memory of just a few nights ago, "He saved me from a rapist not long ago, and I have followed him ever since, which is why I am here."
Ryle drew a breath to calm the feelings that flashback raised. Slowly, slowly, she exhaled. "Now, is there anything more you wish to know about me?"
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