John
Ichabod Sigmar
Tonate Proper

The market was hectic, which is exactly what Young Icha loved. The mass of people were so naïve to his thieving ways as he walked by casually. Ichabod didn't seem like the pickpocketing type, a small smile on his face as his hand adjusted the collar of his well-to-do jacket. He liked this one because it had deep pockets. He pushed past a few people before making it into a small gap, bumping into the cages of rats that Mouse had out for display.

"Oi, pardon me, fellas..." He stammered as he grabbed onto a few cages before they tipped over completely. He then glanced at the oddball heading the operation and cocked his head. No hair. Boy? No, it's a lady. Is it? No idea. "Uh... Sorry... Friend." He said nervously as he made sure the merchandise was alright before letting go and wiping his hands down. He glanced at the rats. Business must be tough what with the plague and all. He looked over at Mouse again.

"Must be tough sellin' the face of the damn plague in the midst of it, yeah? Haven't got any other talents to do for a coin?" Ah, Ichabod, a bit sassy as always. IN public he always had that face of confidence, although William knew an entirely different Ichabod.
Elissa
Mouse 
Tonate Proper

As the girl walked off from her cart, Mouse relaxed back onto the edge of it, occasionally flicking a rodent from biting at the folds of her skirt. Honestly, she didn't get many customers; most avoided her except a few burly pirates and the occasionally noble child - slumming with their parents.

So, when something collided with the cart and almost upended both her and the rats, Mouse let out a noise (somewhere between a squeak and a growl) of surprise.

Standing and turning to the culprit, she almost softened her heart for the kid. Only for the little fucker to open his mouth.

"Did yer ma teach you to speak like that, wee lad?" She asked, hands going to her hips (mostly to stop her from striking the teenager)."Have y'got caught yet with all that shit in yer pockets."

Mouse pointed to his jacket - no one wore jackets in the beating sun of the southern isles unless they were pickpockets. She should know; she was one a long long time ago."S'pose I should tell th'guard, huh? Or set me rats on ye'!" She feigned towards him then back again with a smirk.
John
Ichabod Sigmar
Tonate Proper

He cocked his head to the side and stuffed his hands in his pockets, a small smirk peeking in the side of his mouth. His eyes twitched for a moment and he looked Mouse up and down. A lady then. The voice, as angry as it was, as a lady's. 

"Me Ma taught me how to come down to sup on time and to clean behind me ears, but I don't think she taught me how to speak like that, she'd have my head." He said cleverly, leaning forward a little bit. "But you and I both know your little friends'll draw more attention than *My* Coat." He said with a smile. "Who'd they believe, A bald rat merchant or an impressionable young lad with some coin in 'is name?"

Whether she believed his bluff or not, it was fun to be a little shite with no parental supervision. But, he obviously wasn't *Just* A bastard, as he looked around him suspiciously ands seemed to stare in an empty corner for far too long.
Elissa
Mouse
Tonate Proper

She was about to *Throttle* This child. Oh he thought he was smart did he? He wouldn't think so with a brand new shiner- she shouldn't even be thinking that.

"They'll believe all th'stol'n shit in that wee jacket of yers." She spat at the boy, self-consciously running a hand through that was left of her hair. She really was having enough of kids today.

"Now piss off or I'll beat y'meself then send you home to yer ma for ano'er one." Mouse told him, idly picking a calmer rat from the cage to hold and pet, almost as if to intimidate the child.
John
Ichabod Sigmar
Tonate Proper

"Ah shit, I'm sure she'd agree with Ya if she was still breathin'. But sadly, she's about three feet under down the road there." He said quite... Casually as he jabbed to the west with a thumb. "Plus, all these items are gonna be given to someone better'n the louts that 'ad em before, trust you me." He said with a wave of nonchalance.

He glanced back at her and the rat and he raised an eyebrow at her. "Ya gonna beat me with Squeakers there or the old broom you made from your witch hair?" He snickered, reflexively taking a step back because he definitely expected a swing from the lady he was insulting.