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Some Esteem Among Thieves (CasualVelociraptor x bodman4)

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"While there famously may never be honor among thieves, there might still be esteem. Respect, of a kind. That's what the Thieves Guild is for."

-Uldreth Selim, Founder of the International Thieves Guild, 300 AC​

Monday, October 10th, 1892 AC

If she was in her right mind, Akari Takahashi would never have come to Elftown/Hollow Bend, the worst part of Radiant City along the polluted river of the same name apart from South Bend, which at least had Alice Guthrie and Erin Glascinte as native daughters to defend it. That, and good paying jobs on Jareth Industries' famous whaling trawlers.

(She knew Elftown was called Bardor officially, meaning “Homeland” in High Elvish- from what little she picked up of that language from her travels- as it had been renamed such by a grateful town after the building of the school by and for elves, which had greatly revived the area's fortunes decades ago. However, she had heard the conflicting monikers so many times it was hard to call it by its actual appellation.)

It was an especially bad idea to move here right after the firebombing of Oroparmi Radiasive, the largest private elvish advanced early school in Caledoria, that killed ten students and two teachers. This had then sparked a wave of pro- and anti-elvish violence and looting known as Bleeding Sunday. At least the arrival on the scene of Alice and Erin had calmed things down as they started to investigate who bombed the school and why, but despite Akari hoping to catch a glimpse of these formidable women, this wasn’t any kind of tourist destination.

But she wasn't in her right mind. If Alice and Erin were at the top of their game, then Akari was certainly at the top of hers. And sometimes, that required being in exactly the wrong mind at the right time. The Thieves Guild broker who she'd met at the shoddy excuse for a room she'd rented under a fake name and had put her and her contact in touch was therefore right to suggest she go to Elftown during the evenings when these great tensions would make the surface too dangerous. After all, even the World's Greatest Detectives would be too focused on the imminent violence (regrettable as it was, in Akari's opinion) to notice what transpired in the shadows.

Which was the reason that Akari had been working a waitressing job for the past three days at the Milkers Grill, wearing much too small swim underwear and listening to idiotic customers comment on her mask that she absolutely refused to lower to "smile for them" and hit on her all day. This was the kind of dragondung she had endured back home in Gudaria and for three years drifting from land to land despite only being 19. If they wanted an exotic Gudarian to bend her chest towards them, she knew how to be that and get a big tip- just not the one the mostly male clientele wanted to give her.

"Dance with the wind," her mother had once said, before that bitch became dead to her by selling her into slavery to pay down her father’s gambling debts.

And finally, today, the "wind" decided to send a messenger crow to her. And then it bizarrely died in midair and landed on the table she was serving at the time, whose patrons then ran away screaming.

Needless to say, she was fired on the spot. When her boss brought her up to his office to terminate her, she slipped the sleeves of her uniform down her shoulders and kneeled down while looking up at him innocently and touching his thighs to suggest that perhaps she might get a better performance review if she performed some things for him. When he, like many men who had trifled with Akari, pulled his pants down, she conjured a blade out of thin air, castrated him, and shoved his member down his throat to silence his pathetic crying.

True strength, she'd learned the hard way, came only from Darkness.

And once she calmly walked away and cast off her stupid uniform in an alleyway, which was rapidly replaced by her flowing robes, gloves, boots and skirt, she calmly read the note from the messenger.

Meet me in the sewers under the Milkers Grill at midnight tonight. I am in great need of your services.
The Thieves Guild says you are the best. I hope that's true.

-RR
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Whoever this guy is, and it's almost certainly a guy because it always fucking is, he's an amateur, Akari thought to herself with a huff as the flash paper the message was written on disappeared in a puff of smoke once read.

If that crow had landed on an RCPD officer's breakfast, even they wouldn't be stupid enough to not know what this was when this moron mentioned the Thieves' Guild and the location of the meeting right there. That was a big faux pas in her world; it was always "The International," taking a cue from the first part of the formal name that few remembered.

If she’d make a mistake half that bad, Guild assassins would be hounding her. Which is why she’d never failed once. It was a matter of survival.

Still, this was what she had been waiting for, and she hadn't had a job in weeks. Better to hear him out.

If this man turned out to not be worth the wait, she'd simply kill him.
 
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They say a patient thief is a good thief and a rushed thief is a dead thief. Considering that it was a miracle he'd made it as long as he had. His foot tapped nervously on the wood floor, shooting furtive glances around as he waited for the recipient of his message to arrive. He hoped she'd gotten it. It had been a bit of a rush, the job his employer had given him being bigger than any he'd had before. This wasn't minor B & E. This was big. Way out of his usual pay grade. So using some of the knowledge he'd gained while on the streets he'd put his "plan" into action.

"What is taking so long," he asked himself, standing up and pacing along the wood he'd laid down to stay out of the sewer muck. The last few years working for Jareth Industries had been a lot of things. But he'd gotten used to being clean. Having access to constant running water, money to always have clean clothes, and fresh food. So even though he had no problem skulking in the sewers that didn't mean he was going to wallow in the filth anymore. Not to say he was a stuck-up snob now. Just that these were new boots and he didn't want to get them dirtier than he had to.

The drip drip of the many inlet pipes was his only companion at the moment. That and the occasional rat scurrying past him. While he waited he was turning over his assignment in his mind. Steal the rumored plans for a new type of flying machine. That was a huge task for him, much bigger than anything else he'd been involved in. He couldn't do it alone so he'd gotten the contact information for the rumored best thief in the guild.

When the light scrape of a boot signaled her arrival at his makeshift meeting spot. "So you got my message," he said, turning to the approaching figure. "Ronald Rushin. I've got a job that needs more than one skilled thief. And I've heard you're the best."
 
Akari didn't seem to walk out of the darkness of the sewers that had become like an old friend to her, so much as melt out of them and into being. But with the way Mr. Rushin was staring at his boots hoping not to get them wet, he probably wouldn't notice.

"You're joking, right? Or is that really your name? That doesn't sound like an escort's name to you?" Akari chuckled. "Also," she added with folded arms, "the reason why it took so long to get here is because there are increased Army Home Guard and Eye patrols in the sewers with the security situation up above deteriorating. Even the RCPD are actually doing their fucking jobs for once." The random boom of an improvised explosive almost timed perfectly to her statement. This indicated that she'd also heard him talking to himself earlier, though he wouldn't have any way of knowing that it was because she'd slithered along the very shadows he cast.

"Which means we need to make this quick. What's the package we're picking up?" That was code, which she didn't expect Mr. Dumb Alliterative Name, writer of obviously incriminating notes, to be quite aware of either. But even a donkey could get that from context clues.
 
He was startled to see the figure melt out of the shadows. Shadows he swore weren't deep enough to hide someone even as small as her. He did his best to hide his surprise but a keen eye would notice the signs of someone already on the back foot. She was clearly a much better thief than he was. He was good at sneaking, picking locks and pockets, and general thievery but he couldn't disappear like that. And if that was what she could do, what else was she capable of?

"Don't worry about it," he said, trying to brush off the insult to his name. It wasn't his fault he'd grown up in an orphanage and the people running it had a twisted sense of humor. He was too stubborn to change it at this point and anyone who pushed him on it usually found out how strong his left hook was.

"Well, you've seemed to have made it down here alright. Which means you're the person I'm looking for to help me with this job." He reached into his tunic and pulled out a scrap of paper. "My employer has learned that Octavia Richards herself has come up with a new type of flying machine that she boasts will revolutionize flight. Again." The scrap of paper was revealed to be the corner of a page of plans that had been torn away. It had the name Octavia Richards on it, along with a lot of technical jargon he didn't understand. But he'd been assured that it was a game changer. And he needed to get the whole package of plans.

"Someone already tried to swipe them so security is probably even stronger than normal. My employer promises that you'll be well compensated for your efforts."
 
"Your employer wants to rob Richards Aviation itself?! Phewwww! By the Void! That place basically has its own private army guarding every secret, because they've been one of the fastest growing startups in Imperial history. Our mutual employer must have some pretty deep pockets then, to want to steal from them. Perhaps some good old corporate espionage, though I won't ask who is employing us, obviously," Akari said as she looked over the plans.

Once done, she whistled. "And I think I can see why they want this so bad. Even from just this piece of it, I can already tell that's an engine in the wing. All planes these days have a single engine in the main body of the plane. Powerful, true, but also heavy. Having one engine in one wing means there must be another in another one, and that should make for a lot more power and a lighter, perhaps even single wing plane as opposed to a biplane."

"So, how were you thinking of scoping the place out?" Akari wondered, genuinely interested in getting down to business.
 
She seemed to know more about this than he did so she was smart as well as good. Well, she had come highly recommended. "I've already looked over the outside of the place a little. It's like a fort in there. Security checks everyone who goes in and out. They obviously don't want anyone stealing their secrets. I've heard the search is very thorough. Our guy smuggled that scrap out in a tube stuck up his ass. And apparently, even that almost got caught."

He shrugged at such drastic measures. "We should probably check it out at night but I bet security is going to be just as tight then as it is now. I'm sure you've heard the rumors. Magic, fake plans, night guards." He scuffed his shoe against the plank as he sat in thought. "You seem to be magical yourself. Got any tricks that can get us in there?"
 
“My ‘tricks’ are mine to manage, and yours to never ask about again, are we clear?” Akari demanded with a glare. “But since you mention tricks, R2”- Akari was quickly pleased with herself at the nickname she chose for him- “that’s probably how we’re going to get ourselves in,” she then grinned, while her eyes narrowed in a way that might seem worse to Ronnie.

“What we should look at, more than any of the physical defenses from the outside- since they appear to be heavy dampfsteel reinforced with whalebone and so are hard for conventional weaponry or magic to penetrate- is for a guard who looks uncannily like you. Then we find him later, knock him out, place him somewhere, steal his clothes, dress you in them, and don’t even go in with the intent of stealing the plans just yet. All you need to do is go about your business as you suspect the guard would for a few days while telling me more about the interior defenses of the building. Let’s just say I’ll be shadowing you, so it would be best if we did this in the evenings. You’ll know when I’m nearby.”
 
He didn't seem phased by her refusal to elaborate on what she could do. "I should at least have an idea of what kind of skills you have," he said, crossing his arms in defiance. The payment for this job was going to be very high, so he felt comfortable pushing back against her a little. Probably as much as she could make in three months from one job. Who wouldn't want to take it, even if it seemed almost impossible at face value?

"That sounds maybe possible. If there weren't checks for the guards as well." It wasn't a hard ask, getting someone who worked like him. He had a complexion that was seen often enough that someone from wherever his parents were from had to have made their way into the literal army hired by Octavia Richards. "I do not know if I'm a good enough actor to figure out how to pass as a guard long enough to scope the place out." Not that it was a bad plan. But there were some serious wrinkles in it. "Is it possible that you know about any pipes of some sort underneath the building? Something that may have been overlooked or not as heavily reinforced?"
 
Akari ignored his grumpy response. Ronald Rushin (gods, that name was still so dumb) could grumble all he wanted, but as long as they did the job clean, and got paid, Akari didn't care what he had to say otherwise. And besides, she was keeping her abilities secret for his own sake. Sometimes men had simply fled in terror at seeing her shadowy form...and the Gudarian teen liked it that way. Liked being able to throw a wall in front of everything and everyone after...everything.

In any event, Akari sighed profoundly. She hated to admit it, but she said, "You bring up a very good point...about your bad acting, I mean." She winked a little playfully with that, then continued, "But I think I have an idea. Instead of knocking out and trying to impersonate a guard, why don't you befriend one of them? Go out drinking for a few days with him, seduce him, or whatever it is guys like him like to do. And then you can report back to me under the guise of some dates, while I brief you on the best way to breach from the sewers. Your mission, should you choose to not fuck it up, is to gain the guard's trust and then have him be our eyes and ears inside of Richards Aviation."
 
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"That could work," he said when she finished her suggestion. Because no one could ensure that all their employees are 100% loyal. With a few probing questions and a lot of patience, it would be possible to find out more about security. He thought back through the reconnaissance he'd already done, trying to figure out of there were any potential targets that he could "befriend". He couldn't think of anyone off the top of his head but that didn't mean that there wasn't someone out there.

"And while I'm doing that what are you going to be doing?" He was trying to wrest control of this meeting back. He didn't know how but she seemed to want to take the lead on this job. He couldn't have that. He'd reached out to her for her help, not for her to take charge. It didn't matter if she was more experienced. This was his job and he was going to run it. "The building is not that old, in the grand scheme of things. Do you think you can find any information about the construction? Plans, people who worked on it, etc?"
 
"Yeah, I like reading construction plans as much as the next gal, but unfortunately the plans for this building are almost certainly not public," Akari sighed, though she hated to be right in this particular instance, and if it was any other joint to case, she probably would've gone with his suggestion. "You have to apply for a special exemption to the Public Building Codes Law, but Octavia makes fuck everyone money to be able to pay the colossal fees for that. And also, I'm sure, gets extra-hard security from her work being related to 'national interests'. Like, look at the sky above you on any given day and one of those planes up above is probably a military spy plane at this point."

"So, what I'm going to be doing, as I said earlier"- when Akari said this, she scrunched up her little nose as if impugned by his suggestion that she hadn't been clear earlier- "is briefing you on the best way up into the building from the sewers so you can follow after I do my reconnaissance. Of the kind that makes me somewhat of a self-taught expert in subterranean infiltration. What I'm counting on you to do is social engineering so you can get the guard to agree to swap uniforms with his mate. You know, because he doesn't come from a lot of money and really wants the kind of on-the-job training that would cost tens of thousands of notes at an Imperial Military Academy branch, and in order for that guard to trust him, 'he' needs to buy that story and sell it."

Akari said, "That's you, big guy. So, don't fuck it up, and we'll have a real good shot at the prize," with first two claps of her hands on his shoulders, and then one on his right as she turned around and abruptly left, adding on the way out, "Same time tomorrow. Don't be late."

Then the dank and dingy dark of the sewers that permeated it as the moon hid her face was penetrated by the light of eight torches. Akari peeked around the corner, saw their formation, and calmly loaded her crossbow, somehow making its great, bending wooden breast bend to her will. And its breath became as her breath, and Akari found joy...in the hunt.

In that moment of confident triumph, she said to him, "Those are the Lamp Lighters. They do not play nice with anyone on their turf. That's uh...that's my bad, I'll be a big girl about it. I um, I did not think they were meeting this week. Damn, those whores I hired to keep this place clear probably just pocketed my money. Dammit, I guess...I guess prostitutes are not to be trusted with matters of criminal enterprise, because they are enterprising."

And then her mouth fell slack and she brought it up to her face while sighing, "Not again, you again, you stupid...ugh." Her jaw started to fall open again while she droned, as if annoyed to have to do so, a very slurred version of, "Alright, this is your only warning...flee the shadows or fear the night...blah blah blaaaaah."

Then Akari recovered enough strength in her tiny form to stand up to Ronald's chest, clutch his shirt tightly, and gasp through shortened, anxious breath. "Listen to me, this is important. before...it...just, I can't explain. There's not time! Just...run...please," Akari started to sob as she knelt on the ground and fired her crossbow, then let both her arms fall into the water while she slumped backwards as if catatonic. The traditional Gudarian breath infusion spell echoed her original breath, meaning her breathing started to get more belabored. It was worth it, though, to push away the fire and whale oil from the lamps that the Lighters used to primarily fight with, whether by shooting fire or whacking people with them like maces.

WE SHALL DEVOUR THEIR SOOOOOOUUUUULSSSSS!!!! rang out across Akari's face as shadows encompassed her lithe legs, then the curves of her hips, and then her torso crawling up to her breasts. Most males of any species would be frightened and run away from such a creature. But for some humans (likely because most Darkness users are known to be human, and it is estimated to occur in 1% of humanity), it had a mysterious draw. There had been many First Shades, after all, but they'd had to pass on, and so made their silhouettes irresistible to some.

Which side Ronald Rushin would be on, as the angry mob charged Akari while attempting to relight their lamps and burn away her dark armor, leaving her vulnerable, would be up to him.
 
He was about to say something about her condescension again when noise and light around the bend of the tunnel interrupted them. They both froze, their brains catching up with what their senses were telling them. Akari reacted first, slipping away from him like smoke in human form to peer around the corner, assessing the situation before returning to him. He'd heard rumors about that Lamp Lighters but had never expected to run into them here or now. He could handle himself in a fight but those guys were psycho. They did not take trespassers lightly and made gruesome examples out of any they caught. Dead or alive.

"Shit," he said when Akari came back. "The other way takes us into the maze of the sewers. They probably know it better than we do." He was looking around, considering their options when something seemed to come over Akari. She grabbed his shirt and begged him to run before turning back to the approaching figures. She collapsed into the mess of the sewers, her wracking sobs evening out as darkness began wreathing her body. Suddenly there was a rush of air and they were all thrust into darkness. Ronald gasped as she began to move. Or rather the shadows surrounding her began to move. He was frozen as the Darkness surrounded her, the sounds of angry splashes filling the tunnel as the group charged them.

While he was still fresh in this business, he could think fast on his feet. He'd been using a box to wait on for her to arrive. Reaching down with one hand he grabbed it and threw the wooden crate at the lead figure. It hit him square in the chest, seemingly coming out of nowhere for the man. It wasn't enough to stop him, the wood rotten from being submerged so long. But it was enough to make him stumble and impede the charge of him and his crew. A knife dropped into his hand, hidden in his shirt sleeve. "We've got to go," he shouted at Akari, trying to see if she'd moved at all.
 
All that rang out from Akari's throat in response was a guttural croaking from her diaphragm, as she slowly limped towards the stunned and retreating Lamp Lighters. They were attempting to regroup and light their lamps for real this time. It was the only way to defeat one of...

THEM!

They opened fire on her with multiple fast acting revolvers, but the shadows surrounding her cushioned the blows to the force of approximately a small rock. Something that would still hurt because even the strongest shadows couldn't slow down bullets that much, but it wasn't anywhere near enough to cause Akari long-term pain. Some small bruises, at most, that would typically go away in a few days.

And as they each had to reload, they realized that they'd all and sundry forgotten to actually light the oil they had. Most had dropped their matches in the cold, boggy sewer water, and it was too late for many, for their hands were frozen with fear.

"Shhh..." Akari whispered to each of them. Then sliced all of their throats with blades made of shadow that she cast out of her own hand. And then, her efforts expended, Akari fell again to her knees, the shadows melting away again into the floor.

"That," she panted, "is what I can do, Mr. Rushin." Then she added, while shivering and struggling to get to her feet, "Still...I, um, I appreciate the help."
 
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Akari looked like a completely different creature as the shadows enveloped her and she began shambling her way to their attackers. Ronald was frozen in shock as the bullets struck her form, slowing down enough to barely hurt her. Though not all struck true. Some whizzed by her and into the darkness of the sewer to ping off the old stone. He felt something tug at his side and pain bloomed from that spot, a bullet that was meant for her grazing him.

The tunnel fell silent, though his ears rang from the percussive blasts in the tight space. She used the lack of gunfire to close in on the group, shadowy blades growing out of her hand to slice the throats of the men with ease. The bodies dropped into the murky water, leaving the two of them alone again.

"Uh. Wow," he said once she turned back to him. "You're one of those? How. How did that happen?" He reached down and helped her to her feet, surprised at how light she felt considering she just killed eight or so men with ease. Someone with that much power shouldn't seem so small and frail. "Are you ok to move?"
 
Akari wanted to gasp, "You're hurt!" in response. However, that much power expended after so long away from the Darkness had winded the now very frail looking Gudarian as she pulled all her remaining strength into standing up. Besides, she also had to lift her crossbow, level it out, and point it at the two new shadows in the distance. One wrong move, and whoever they were would be impaled on the wall. Together.

Eight had indeed been in the Lamp Lighters party, but two had also followed behind, looking to steal their valuable whale oil cartridges right out of their now-dead pockets and resell them on the black market. The Thieves Guild would get a taste, of course, but even with that they would still make a killing. And so, once the lady began murdering all of them, they hid and waited until, they hoped, she would have her back to them so they could. But it hadn't been long enough.

The taller one, his face hidden in a mask and wielding a medium sized, possibly handcrafted repeater, lowered it to the ground with his other hand extended. "I am pleased to meet one of such mastery in the Shadow Arts." Which were much more respected in Gudaria, thereby putting Akari at ease to see a fellow countryman. "And I am Nyun Jae So Ka. But you may call me Jason."

"What news from the front?" Akari whispered in his left ear.

"The remittances you sent back to us from your last job are paying dividends. We will have socks enough for the attack. I'm wearing some as we speak...they're very warm, thank you," Nyun smiled at Akari. The rebel general was a singular rallying cry for his people, so an entreaty of this kind from a national hero in the fight against Elvish oppression, as well as Imperial encroachment and the intractable forces of vampires and werewolves restored firmness to Akari's stance.

Meanwhile, the shorter one, who was clothed in a very strong and dignified manner as well as angular clothes of nobility, took off their hat and grinned up at the handsome man, who she thought might just be a specimen of Bamban, Suraish, or perhaps Vadirian descent. "Viktoriyanda Thompson, at your service. But you may call me, Docta Riya. Here, how's about a square of deprobofoam while you give me your deets?"

She slapped the spongy fabric on Ronald Rushin's side- maybe a little too hard. But the bullet fell out as the fabric sucked it and the blood out, while the bandage dried itself to act as a shield from further bleeding and infection.

"So, why are you here? You could've run or killed us. Instead, you're helping," Akari said.

"Well," Jason replied, scratching his short dark black hair with one glove. "You can't possibly breach this place and successfully heist it by yourselves."

"We should know...we tried," Riya said. "That 'fire' about three weeks ago that was in all the papers? That was us...the exterior is alright, but much of it is gutted from the inside. That and there was a giant shootout that we barely escaped from alive. So, there's not a lot of cover now? Sorry! BUT...all the magical wards are gone, we know the place inside and out, and while they'll have more guards, we can tell you the places that are most likely to have construction going on that aren't being guarded. We'll still need your disguise as a guard, Ronald, and your ability to tunnel out of the sewers and inside, Akari, because the outside is basically impenetrable. Buncha searchlights means your Darkness'd go kaput, toots! But maybe we can all work together to figure out the fastest way to the laboratory, which is for sure intact and where they keep all their patents."

"I'm in. You?" Akari asked Ronald, her mask immovable.
 
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Why were there so many people in these damn tunnels right now? He'd picked this spot because it was supposed to be a quiet, out-of-the-way area to meet. And yet there was another group creeping out of the shadows towards them. He tried to stand up straighter but the wound at his side made him wince, a hand pressed to it coming away bloody. He wasn't dying but it wasn't a pleasant feeling to have. And it certainly wasn't smart to have an open wound in a sewer, the air itself feeling dirty.

But when the taller of the two began to speak Akari seemed to relax as they revealed themselves as fellow countrymen. The shorter one came over and began inspecting his wound, slapping some fabric on it that made him gasp. There was a slight tingling and burning sensation as it pulled the bullet out before sealing itself to his side to ward off any infection. "Ronald Rushin. But you can call me whatever you want for this," he said with a weak smile as he gestured to the bandage.

The other conversation tore his attention away from the woman though. "Why are you trying to break in," he asked. He could understand why his employers wanted the plans, the desire to hurt their competition driving their goals. But it wasn't like they were super well-known outside of the industrial world. Richards Aviation kept things close to the chest, for good reason. How these two found out about it was anyone's guess. Though the more he listened, the more interested he got. Because it sounded like it would be a lot easier now, thanks to these two.

"I don't think I can say no to more help," he said when Akari asked if he was in. "Especially when one of the new people knows how to heal." It was very unlikely that they'd get out of this job completely unscathed so having someone able to patch up more serious injuries was a big plus. "But I don't think we should stay here to discuss. These tunnels are much to crowded right now for my taste."
 
In the sewer tunnels underneath a capital city that both held many secrets and ravenously hunted for them, privacy rarely remained private for long with so many sentient beings (and creatures of all sorts) moving around. Akari fumed to herself, supposing that Ronald's pointless arguing probably meant that they had wasted precious time and then were set upon. But that was also the risk you took to be able to avoid the watchful eyes of RCPD strider officers and Imperial Army Goliaths.

"I came to this company six weeks ago looking for opportunity," Riya sighed. "Not a lot of 'em for an albina!" An insulting nickname for someone with white hair. "But I knew how to fight so I got made security." (Of course, she was a thief on the side. A lot of people going back to their great-grandparents' generation had thieves who mostly worked respectable jobs. Thieving tools and monthly dues to the Thieves Guild were expensive, after all.)

"And I got to go into the Research & Development Department to transport sensitive items that would get a couple large on the Market." Meaning the Black Market under the sewers run by the Guild. "Then three weeks ago, two days from our duly deserved promotion, we were both canned. Laid off! Made redundant! Promoted to customas! You get the idea. That meant we got nothing for the whole month because our firing was a tax write-off to these posh suckas! What a crock!"

Meaning drinkers of blood...literally and figuratively. And a crock was a whole pot- of bullshit in this case.

"Well, I'll tie ropes around all their testicles together later," Riya giggled with slight, evil glee. "I'd get the slammer for sure but giving those old stumps embarrassing erections for more'n four hours would be too funny!" Then she burst out laughing.

Soon, they were all out of the sewers and had rented moderately nice single-bed motel rooms from The Sheep's Wool. Akari chose to room with Jason, and so Riya roomed with Ronald as a consequence.

Riya always did like a good pre-heist fuck. Hopefully he wasn't as naive in bed as he looked out there. But the young, long, strong cock he had would be more than worth it.

"Well, well, young man," she tutted, for she was in her "upper" 20s. She wasn't sure, since her parents had dropped her off in the sewers when she was five for being white haired. "Why don't you pull up your shirt and let the Docta check on how you're healing?" She put a little purr in that last "ng" sound, as she laid him back on the bed and climbed over him across his legs. "Then, perhaps we can wash you down in the shower."

Meanwhile, Akari was dressing down into the simple robe under her thieving robe. This robe was the weakness of every man that had ever looked upon it, who had ever been drawn in by her first, dark robe. Only to get the entire contents of their wallet stolen, leaving their balls very blue. But Akari wasn't going to do Jae So Ka, hero of the Resistance dirty.

"This is one of the rooms that has a traditional Gudarian bath installed in it," Akari sighed with a languid grin of excitement as she tempted this utterly moral thief. He had shown the honorable ways of all Gudaria in stealing back its land that ought by right to be its inheritance, wrongly stolen by the elves two centuries ago.

"Thank you for staying alive and showing everyone the courage that it will take to drive out the enemy. Now, ease your burden, dear Nyun Jae So Ka, and join with me, and in me...for my first time."

She had sworn never to offer to lie with another man as long as she lived when her beloved Giichi was taken from her so brutally. But she could for the hero of the Battle of the Northern Gap in the Gu'ud mountains that defined half of the country, with the southern half called the A'ri to account for all the rivers across it that fed its fertile farmlands. It was said that mountain water was ejaculated from the mountains into the fertile valley, and oh how Akari wanted his mountain water.

“Just…don’t try to remove my mask. You can kiss me and feed me that delicious cock through it,” Akari said firmly. That was her one rule.
 
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The four thieves got their skulk on, making their way quietly from the sewers to a decent hotel that promised to ask no questions about the questionable smells rising from the foursome. Ronald was looking forward to a shower and a lay down, his side throbbing from where the bullet hit. This wasn't his first time getting wounded, having survived a rough childhood on the streets. That didn't mean it felt any better. At least this time it seemed unlikely he'd get an infection, thanks to the foam that had been pressed to the wound by Riya. Who ended up being his roommate, Akari making moon eyes at Jason as they walked to their room. Shrugging, he followed Riya to their room, the door closing firmly behind them.

"How about you check me in the shower," he said as she tried climbing him like a tree. "We both stink and I could use someone to wash my back."

In the other room, Jason turned to Akari as she stripped down to an inner robe as she lavished praise on him. "While I appreciate the offer I do not think that it is wise at this point," he said in a gentle voice. The worship and desire she was showing for him were not something he was comfortable with. He did what he did for the love of his country, not to impress women and make them want to sleep with him.

"I will gladly bathe with you and discuss our path forward but you should save yourself for someone who can be there for you." Because people like him were never long for this world. Either death in battle or death as a demonstration was in his future. He could not consign himself to taking such a precious thing from her only to then be taken from this world so suddenly.
 
"Hm. Well, if you change your mind, let me know," Akari grinned after a few minutes of filling the tub. "So, let's bathe," she whispered in Gudarian in his ear, then stroked a finger along his chin before stripping. Not slowly and seductively like she would have liked, but then again, she was still naked all the same from the moment the robe fell off her body.

Apart from her mask, of course. That, she would never let anyone see behind, even if tongues or cocks could go through it (after all, she had to eat, which the Darkness provided for and had other advantages). For their own safety, really.

As she settled into the warm water, Akari continued, "Alright, then let's talk about your pieces of the plan. Specifically, why you're doing this." Why had only Riya spoken on their motives? It was odd enough to make her toes clench the bottom of the tub. "Why you came all this way to pull this specific job. Why you joined up with Riya, who...y'know, I get she's hot, but she's a little firecracker too, 'toots'. Money for the Resistance I get, but what other use could you have for these plans, or pulling this job for Jareth Industries?"

She had a few ideas, of course, like the potential for the Gudarians to rip off the plans themselves and make their own planes to fight the infamous air power of Confederate dragons and Anglurocs (Dragonriders) with the help of Jareth Williams, billionaire extraordinaire who was also Octavia's most famous ex (that the wider heterosexual world wanted to believe in anyway). But whatever the case, she wanted to hear from Jason.

First, because his voice was so buttery smooth in person that she was going to touch herself to it when she had the chance. Second, because she wanted to see if perhaps there was some reason for him doing this less likely to drag the Empire into a war with the Confederacy over accusations of "meddling in internal affairs" if Caledoria's most famous son was caught supplying planes. Or perhaps Octavia was blamed in error. Things could go off on a hair trigger these days.

Maybe he just wanted the thrill of the adventure. To get away from the endless toil of the battlefield while looting what he could. Akari respected that, especially because this man was so damn honorable all the time that if he wanted to break the rules, she was sure she wanted to join. Still, that didn't explain the odd couple.

The other half of that was grinning, "That's the smartest thing anyone's sayin' to me all day," as she spit out a piece of chewing rubber that she had been using to freshen her breath. "Besides, water will help clean the wound of any infection. So, let's get this checkup started," Riya winked, then kissed and pushed Ronald to the back of the shower wall, as she began furiously ripping off her clothes. Gods, she needed to get laid, and he was decently handsome, so maybe he might not fuck this up for her...in a way she didn't like.

Fortunately, there were not a lot of expectations with her. As long as he knew how to get hard and moan.
 
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He would have been lying if he would have said he wasn't tempted. But the way she spoke at him, praising him for what he was doing for their people made him feel like she saw him more as a person to worship than a normal partner. And he didn't want that. He only sleep with people who saw him as a man. Or were honest about their intentions like the occasional prostitute he hired when he had the need.

Stripping down he joined her in the tub. His well-muscled but heavily scared chest spoke of a life of conflict, of fighting for his people's freedom. He sighed in pleasure as he sunk down into the water, the heat working its way into his muscles to relax them. She spoke up before he could even get settled, a flood of questions and clarifications rolling off her tongue as she pestered him for information.

"Because the sky is important," he said. "We've got some air power and it's just enough to keep what we've earned free. But it's not enough. If we want to hold and continue to expand we need more air power. Having the plans for cutting-edge planes will do much to bolster our efforts. We know there's plenty of animosity between the different corporations so want to do our best to pin it on them. Which may not be difficult considering your companion." He'd done some digging before he had approached them in the sewers. It had taken some digging, and the offering of favors to learn who Ronald was working for. "How much do you know about him?"


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The him that they were speaking of was taken by surprise by the doctor's hands-on methods. Not that that was a bad thing. He just didn't expect her to be so forceful. He kissed back though, his hands helping her get naked. Once her clothes were off they took care of the rest of his clothes, exposing his hard cock along with the wound he got earlier. "What's your professional opinion," he asked, though it wasn't clear if he was talking about the wound or his dick. It was a decent specimen, just a little larger than average, though nice and thick.
 
"I know enough," Akari sighed. "That he's the thievin' type, though seemingly not very good at it, that he's probably working for Jareth Industries- I mean, c'mon, that's probably why they're overpaying him, to get back at his ex- and that he's unlikely to gab. I trust him- for now- as far as I can throw him. And I can throw pretty far."

Sometimes criminals made the worst gossips at all the bars around town, and that was usually where she picked up info on jobs from, before scooping them out from under those with loose lips by going to their bosses and ratting that they were disloyal, or perhaps the cops for a bit of reward money. If someone was that sloppy when a little sloshed, they deserved it. Usually, she didn't like to stick around to see their comeuppances...but in any event.

"Why do you ask? What do you mean by 'Which may not be difficult considering your companion'?" Akari wondered. Jason was definitely surprising her with his depth.

"Hmmm...you look strong and healthy. Good blood flow, firm muscle contractions," Riya purred while squeezing his shaft, which was nearly as thick as some small sausages. "And a very natural nerve response," she found out with a glint of glee from tracing her fingers along the veiny underside before kneeling down.

"Why don't I make you my tongue depressor now, Ronnie boy?" Viktoriyanda growled. "I think you'll find this way we can make sure you're of a powerful length, stamina, and, well, semen production capability as well. I'm sure your big guy got a bit bumped in the confrontation, so we can't take any of that for granted, can we?"

She then turned the back of her head to face him, exhaled a bit on his flaring mushroom head, and licked the top of the helmet.
 
"I'm just concerned about him being the weak link in this operation. We've worked too hard to get to this point to have some mercenary accidentally blab in the wrong spot. Can I trust you to put him down if it comes to it?" Jason's voice was full of conviction as he suggested murdering Ronald in cold blood if it came to that. There were far worse things that he was willing to do in the fight for his country.

"I mean that if he is working for another corporation, which you seem to suggest he is, then he can be a convenient fall guy if we get found out. If we can find out who he works for then so can Richards Aviation and their investigative units. If it comes down to it we could start a corporate war, which could help destabilize the region and give us some breathing room."


The topic of their conversation was in the other room, enjoying himself thoroughly as Riya reached down to play with his dick, her warm hand just barely able to wrap around his growing shaft. "I think that's a good idea," he said with a grin as she opened her mouth and took the tip of his cock into it.

"Doesn't seem like you're letting it do its job," he remarked while she licked around the head of his dick. "Would be a shame if something happened cause you were toying around too much." He tried to gently encourage his cock into her mouth, wanting to feel those lips closing down around the shaft as he pumped in and out of her. But he knew a doctor like her was just as able to cause pain as to cure it and would not force anything while she was so close to such a sensitive package.
 
Akari Takahashi hesitated, but only for a moment in time. A few fractions of a second, at worst. But it was real indecision that stymied her razor-sharp instincts, on whether to declare Ronald Rushin (gods that name was still so fucking stupid) disposable or essential.

“It is too early to say,” she said frankly and honestly. “I will assess his performance after the job, and then make my decision about whether to burn him or not, since it's my op, clear as crysal. I will say, however…” she said while leaning. “That I do trust and care for you more than I could him. I mean, after all, I was and still am willing to ride your cock. I also like you alone among those who breathe in this city, because you still challenge the idea that Gudaria was weak and folded to the elves like a house of cards.”

"You're a brilliant and noble man, and I will follow you to the ends of the earth, Jason." Then her foot accidentally brushed up against his leg in the bathtub...

"Oh yeah, I think I remember the job of a good, hard, throbbing cock now," Riya groaned, now leaving all pretense and doctor roleplaying behind as she fingered her pussy, which had already gotten sopping wet, for a few seconds to then spread her cunt's drool all over his penis. It took mere seconds for her to engulf him in her tight and greedy hole.

"I'm on every artificial defense possible for a woman to have at this point," Riya purred. "So fuck me to your heart's content until you explode in me!"
 
"I'll trust your judgment," he said gravely. "But you know I will not let anything interfere in my fight for our country's freedom." It was hard to focus on what she was saying as her foot drifted over to his side of the tub. He may be a man of conviction but he was still a man. And she was very attractive, both physically and due to her passion for the cause. "Gudaria is stronger than ever and no knife ears will ever crush us," he breathed, his heartbeat picking up speed as he considered the woman he'd only moments ago rejected.

Reaching down in the water he brushed his hand against her foot. "It is hard to know the intentions of people these days. But I'll always believe in someone loyal to the country and cause. But we'll always need more support. Would you be willing to carry the next generation of Gudarian fighters in you? Would you like that honor?"

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"Sounds like a plan," he said as he positioned himself between her legs. She was stupidly wet and so he pushed into her with a groan. He didn't go all the way at first, letting her tight pussy adjust to his thickness. But once he was fully seated he didn't hold back, beginning to move his hips to fuck her. She was so warm and wet that he couldn't help but moan in pleasure, one hand going down to settle on her breast as his hips continued to slam into her. "Fuck I needed this," he groaned, having been pent up a bit from his last time with a woman.

"Let me hear you how good it is," he said, wanting her to be a vocal participant in their sex.
 
"And who, pray tell, will put his name forward in contention to bestow that great honor upon me?" Akari mock wondered while pulling her legs closer to his, because Jason hadn't directly specified. She did so, however, in order to garner his true intentions from his mind rather than from his loins.

"Since we have a big job and may need to lay low for months, a baby may not be advisable for now. It may be a few cycles of the moon, therefore," Akari explained, "until I allow you to spend your seed inside my womb."

Akari sighed after this, because she didn't entirely like that the life of a thief was denying her the option of children for the time being. However, after she got chased out of Gudaria by Lord Tyvanwek, despite being her homeland for most of her life, it was more an abstract dream than a place she felt she could return to, even to fight.

Just then, however, Akari leaned over Jason, cupped each side of his head tenderly, and whispered in his ear while her pussy hovered over his clearly virulent and hungry cock in the midst of the warm water, "But if you're still interested in being the first to enter my threshold, then perhaps pray consider tonight practice, and a good memory to return to when you're up at the front again and I have to, well...survive, here, like I do best."

It didn't take but a few moments of them pushing against each other for Riya to be fully seated on his throne, her legs encircling him anaconda-like, and for him to piston inside her just the way she liked. That compelled her to groan and growl with animal intent as a result. Cocks like Ronald's, the kind that filled her up with little effort and that she never wanted to part from until they had submitted all their cum and were limp from worship, were exactly why she'd bought a carry kit with all sorts of contraceptive potions and tinctures.

"Oh, it's fucking good, Ronny," Riya panted while fucking him back with little pops of her powerful hips. "Stretch me with that thick cock, pound me until I can't walk, squeeze me, bite me, roar for me, baby!" she commanded while throwing her head back in ecstasy.
 
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