The Cutting Edge (Krysia & Dreamweaver)
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				Title: <strong>The Cutting Edge (Krysia &amp; Dreamweaver)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 08:43:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/Characters/Active/tala01.gif)</div>“Get back here thief!!”<br><br>Tala kept running almost laughing at her latest antics in the town. She knew she was pressing her luck when she kept stealing from the Mythral Claw Inn. Molly would eventually catch her and when she did all hell would break loose. <br><br>Her fun and games had stopped when she ran dead into one of the local guards. She stopped acting as if she was running from someone and walked calmly past the guard whistling something to her self. Jarek, the guard, wasn’t falling for her tricks this time. “What did you do now Tala?”<br><br>Looking at him she shrugs her shoulder then tossed him one of the bottles of wine she procured from the Inn. “Oh nothing that I can’t share with you Jarek,” smirking slightly as he caught the bottle. <br><br>“You do know I really should take you in right?”<br><br>Tala almost purred at him walking closer to him, “I know, I just can’t help myself. I love this stuff and they always charge way more then they should.”<br><br>“Get a real job Tala.”<br><br>She scoffed at the thought, “I am a treasure hunter sir, I have a real job.”<br><br>“You’re a common thief and you know it.” <br><br>“Treasure hunter… nothing more nothing less.”<br><br>“Tala stop kidding your self sweet heart.. you’re a nice girl. Stop causing trouble before it catches up with you.”<br><br>Shaking her head at her friend, “Why? I have friends like you in case things go wrong. Don’t I?”<br><br>“And if I stand up for you I have a chance to lose my job,” he sighed heavily at her, “but yes you do have friends like me.”<br><br>That made her smile even more. “Thank you Jarek..” moving over to him she kissed his cheek then bound off to find more adventures in the city. <br><br>“Tala I mean it… find a real job and act like he lady you were meant to be.” <br><br>She shook her head at the words her friend had told her. “I’m not the same person I was when I was around Fyren.” She kept walking. <br><br>It was true that Tala had not acted like a proper lady since her prince’s passing last year. She had taken up the life of the rogue; she lived life to the fullest and on the cutting edge of danger. Every day to her was an adventure now and all she wanted to do was have fun. <br><br>She stole what she needed to survive and then some. Collecting treasures as she called them, even if they belonged to other people, what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine was her motto. <br><br>Moving through the streets of Tatengel Minor capital of the island continent she watched the people. Picking a spot on a bench in the main square she was picking her target now. Her father was also a treasure hunter, but he hunted more then just gold and treasures. He collected women’s hearts. A trait that Tala’s mother had made sure she didn’t get, she didn’t need her daughter flirting with men as much as her father did with women.<br><br>Tala continued to watch the people moving through the market. She had picked her target finally. She stood up walking towards the person and brushed into them slightly. “I’m so sorry about that sir.” In the mean time her hand had picked his gold pouch off his belt. Walking away from him she placed the pouch in her own. She never counted spoils in front of people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cutting Edge (Krysia &amp; Dreamweaver)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamweaver</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 08:16:10</strong>
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				It was his third day in the capital, and he had yet to find exactly what he was looking for.&nbsp; In a city as large as Tatengel, specialists were a dime a dozen – but finding the <em>correct</em> specialist was more difficult.&nbsp; He needed to find someone he knew wouldn't back away at the last moment, get cold feet and back out, leaving him without the skills he needed to complete his mission.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2604/4142433961_5ca3e5d1a2_o.jpg)</div>The Market Square was a seething mass of people, and the noise was a cacophonous racket that never really ended, simply varying in volume like the constant sound of ocean waves crashing upon the rocky shore.&nbsp; His eyes were hawklike and alert as he moved slowly through the undulating crowd, his arms held closely to his sides, shifting and weaving through the throng of people.&nbsp; The Market Square was one of the centerpoints of Tatengel, and every race and class of individual could be found here – buying, selling, trading, stealing.<br><br>The brush against his side was so smooth, the lift so deftly made that he'd probably have missed it completely were it not for the lilt of her melodic voice.&nbsp; “I'm so sorry about that sir,” the raven-haired girl said, her movements as fluid as a snake's as she slipped into the crowd ahead of him.&nbsp; Immediately he began to move along behind her, flipping his hood up to cover his blonde hair.&nbsp; He let the gap stretch a bit, allowing her to move fifty feet ahead into the shifting crowd before he picked up the pace and stayed within sight of her flowing black hair.<br><br>Being well over six feet tall, it was easy for him to keep sight of her over the generally shorter crowd around him, but it also was a disadvantage as he was an easy point to spot.&nbsp; Three times in less than a mile he found himself ducking down to keep her from spotting him, concealing himself amongst the cityfolk, and once he had to plaster himself to the edge of a building as she stopped and scanned the street, perched up on her tiptoes to look over the heads of the crowd.<br><br>He didn't want to confront her on one of the city streets.&nbsp; There was no way to tell how she would react to finding out she'd been made, and he didn't want a fight.&nbsp; Wild animals fought viciously when cornered, and he suspected the lithe girl who had lifted his bait was quite a wild one indeed.&nbsp; Eventually she would make her way to a building or into an alley, and then he would be able to make his approach without the risk of endangering innocents or alerting any of the city guardsmen.
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