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The Slums of Inalt
(Located in the southeastern section of Inalt, borders the coast and the Locomotive Station)
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Name (Nickname): Charlotte McCabe (Charlie)
Attire: White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (just entering the section, heading to the shops).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.
Charlie felt her tummy fluttering as she began to enter the slums. The town went from bright and cheery to dark and dank within moments and a wave a fear suddenly washed over her. She had no idea how the people who lived in the slums managed and her heart immediately went out to those who truly didn't belong in such a frightful place. As she walked along the dark streets, she could feel eyes, hard eyes, watching her. And immediately, her heart began to pound, her adrenaline surge. To say she was scared was an understatement. Terrified would have been a better way to put it. Perhaps horrified. And the sooner she could get out of there, the better. She might not be one for large crowds, but the loneliness of the streets in the slums wasn't a welcome feeling at all.
Glancing out of the corners of her eyes, Charlie did her best to stay alert, her hand going to her knife on her hip as she walked. She wondered if it would even do her any good if someone approached her or tried to mug her. Probably not. Ugh! Why was she here? Oh... her father. She needed to focus, to keep walking. She needed to go to the shops, to keep her legs moving until she arrived. Left, right... left, right. A simple rhythm until she got there. But why was she so afraid? Those eyes. She couldn't shake them. She couldn't! And her chest was getting tighter and tighter, as if her lungs were closing up, her heart stopping. It was as if she couldn't breathe, like she was suffocating. Just then, her grip on her knife tightened. Panic was setting in. Terror. She needed to turn around. Something. Anything. She needed to...
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Name (Nickname): Charlotte McCabe (Charlie)
Attire: White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (heading to the shops).
Tagging: Anyone; Kelly (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.
Full out panic had set in and Charlie just couldn't breathe. Her lungs were seizing up, constricting from the inside and her heart was pounding hard beneath her breast. She began to cough as she gasped for precious air, choking as if being strangled by someone who was invisible, someone who just didn't exist. It was mortifying, beyond embarrassing. But... Though she couldn't see anyone around, she was sure she wasn't alone. She couldn't deny that she felt those eyes. Eyes staring and watching. Eyes taking in every action, every step she made. She could almost hear their laughter, see their smile.
Goddamn paranoia!
In the dark shadows of the nearby alley, Kelly Lawson just chuckled softly as he watched the fiery redhead struggle with her nerves. He liked that his mere presence instilled such fear in her. He didn't even need to approach or make himself be known or seen to get such reactions from this potential victim.
What a target!
It made his dealings that much sweeter and great to have such power over someone, to know he barely had to lift a finger or put forth any effort. It had been a long time since he hadn't had to try very hard or deal with someone so nervous and afraid. Yes, he'd be following this one for a while. One so nervous certainly had something to protect, and probably more than just their virtue! Again, he chuckled as he watched her.
Charlie glanced about herself, her eyes seeking to see if anything moved. But unfortunately, nothing seemed out of place. Trembling, shaking, she tried her best to calm down. Finally, taking a deep breath, she pressed forward, her legs moving and taking her ever closer to her destination--the shops. When she finally saw one of the shops ahead, she couldn't help but smile. She immediately quickened her pace and didn't stop until her delicate hand was opening the door.
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Name (Nickname): Charlotte McCabe (Charlie)
Attire: White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (inside one of the shops).
Tagging: Anyone; Kelly (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.
Charlie was thankful to be inside the shop and, quite honestly, she didn't want to leave it. The idea of going back outside hardly appealed though she knew she'd have to eventually. Her legs felt like lead as she trudged through the shop and searched the shelves for the last remaining items her father wished for her to find. She hoped she wouldn't have to go anywhere else because quite frankly she was done for the day. She'd had quite enough excitement for one day and didn't wish for any more. The fact that she still had to go back through the Slums was enough as far as she was concerned. And, whether it was paranoia or something else, she could swear someone was out there watching her.
Outside, Kelly stood against one of the buildings, his back leaning against it. He could see the spitfire red-head inside meandering about and he found her to be quite curious. She definitely had attitude for one so nervous and paranoid. He could see the emotions rolling about on her face as she walked through the shop and it delighted him to no end. It half made him want to take off his mask, just so he could get a better look. But he didn't dare. Not out in the open.
Finally, Charlie found what she was looking for and a wave of relief washed over her entirely. She was elated to have found what she needed. Perhaps now this dreadful afternoon could come to an end. As she picked up her things she went to the shop's front to pay, but she let out a sad sigh when she saw the line she needed to wait in in order to pay for her items.
Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (heading home).
Tagging: Anyone; Conrad (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.
Mattie did her best to hide her purse as she made her way into the Slums. She knew better than to flaunt money or anything extravagant out in the open, especially in a place such as that where you were more likely to get robbed... or worse. Carefully, she hid her purse underneath her flowers, making sure her knife was in view and within easy reach. She'd found it was always good for people to know that a woman wasn't afraid to be armed.
Humming a little and walking with confidence, Mattie made her way into the Slums and began walking through the streets toward her tiny, ramshackle of a home. It wasn't much, but it was a roof over her head and walls that kept out the elements, not to mention most dangers that lurked the streets. She didn't notice the man watching her as she walked, his grin sinister and dripping with menace as she passed him by.
Conrad licked his lips as he watched Mattie casually pass as if he wasn't even there. But that was exactly as he'd wanted it. He didn't want her to be any the wiser. Catching her unawares was what he he had in mind and he'd be sure to strike just when she was nearly home. Oh poor girl, just when she'd think she was in the clear. He chuckled again as his eyes looked over her. She had no idea what was coming. Mmm... yes, this was going to be sweet indeed.
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Name (Nickname): Charlotte McCabe (Charlie)
Attire: White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (inside one of the shops).
Tagging: Anyone; Kelly (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.
Name (Nickname): Alice Boswell (Al)
Attire: Brown corset with chains; brown mini skirt; brown leather boots; brown leather collar with metal o-ring and chains; brown leather wrist bands with chains.
Weapon: None.
Location: The Slums of Inalt (near the shops).
Tagging: Anyone; Kelly (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.
Charlie felt like she had to wait forever inside the shop to pay for her item, but she supposed most of that was a result of her anxiousness and want to leave and get home. Things tended to give the illusion of taking longer when in reality they did not and all because you were anticipating something. Yes, she had to rationalize the paranoia and nervousness she was feeling, not to mention the dread at having to go back outside. It was times like these when she wished she had a brother. Though her father would tell her she needed a man, one who could protect her like he felt she should be. But she always protested when he brought up the subject, not wanting to think on it. She had too many other things on her mind preventing her from getting wrapped up in such things. Besides, no man ever quite fit the bill anyway nor really cared about the sort of girl she was. But she didn't have the heart to tell that sort of thing to her father. Best to let him think otherwise, if it made him happy. He was old, sickly and who knew how much longer he had. He didn't need to know she was the sort men didn't give a second look to.
"Is that all, miss?" asked the clerk, snapping Charlie out of her reverie. She blushed a bit and nodded, placing her item on the counter.
Meanwhile, outside, Kelly just stood there with his back against the wall. He could still see Charlie as she tended to her business inside the shop. He wondered what exactly she was buying and why. It was clear that it was important since she dared to venture into the Slums by herself without anyone to escort her. He gave her credit there and the fact that she pressed on even after she felt his presence... yeah, she had gumption, all right. Suddenly, he heard a scuffling sound that caused him to turn his head and arch a brow. Quickly, fluidly, he moved to hide amongst the shadows. Just then, a dark-eyed girl with lovely auburn hair came into his view. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he wondered where she came from. She definitely wasn't local nor was she from his own island. Definitely an intriguing find... The chains she bore made him even more curious. And his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her.
Alice shivered as she ran, her body in a semi-crouch as she moved through the darkened streets of the Slums. She was frightened, worried about the possibility that someone from Inchisoare somehow followed her and would recognize her. Or just that someone would try something in general. It was plain that she wasn't safe and wouldn't be until she reached a better part of the city. She just hoped she did sooner than later. Not wanting to linger, she kept moving, her legs not stopping as her eyes constantly darted back and forth at the shadows surrounding her. Not once did she notice the man watching her, the man who started following her, his attention on the red-head in the shop suddenly lost... for now.
(Alice and Kelly(NPC) exit to Inalt)
Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (near her home).
Tagging: Anyone; Conrad (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.
Mattie was almost home and she felt a wave of relief wash over her when she saw it come into her sights. It was always a welcome thing to see, knowing that soon she'd be home and inside where she'd be safer than where she was in out on the streets. And she definitely would feel safer once her money was stashed away for safe-keeping. Humming and smiling, she began to reach for her key.
"Going somewhere?" came a voice. Male.
Mattie stopped in her tracks and turned around to see who it was that was clearly speaking to her since no one else was about. She tilted her head at the man who stood before her and gave him a warm smile followed by a small curtsy. "Good afternoon, kind sir," she said. "Yes, I'm just out for a walk. I hope you're having a pleasant day." The hair on the back of her neck had suddenly stood up and a nervous ache began to rise in the pit of her tummy. Something was off. Something was wrong.
Conrad just looked at Mattie and smiled, though it wasn't the sort that was pleasant. His eyes glinted sinisterly as they first looked at her face and then began to roam the rest of her body. He watched her just stand there, not moving as if inviting him to look. Oh yes, this would be all too easy. He took a step forward almost daring her to take a step backward.
Mattie swallowed, her feet shifting a bit as she stepped back. But not once did her smile falter. "Well, sir. I must be on my way," she said. At that, she turned back around and made to leave, her eyes closing as she thought about how close to home she was.
Conrad shook his head, still smiling. "No, see. I don't think so."
Mattie stopped walking, her body trembling at the words she'd just heard spoken directly to her.
Conrad walked up to Mattie and allowed a finger to trace the back of her neck and then down along her shoulders. "See, you have some things that I want. And I plan on taking them. By force, if I have to."
Blinking, Mattie began to whimper a little, her body shaking even more. "Please sir," she whispered pleadingly. "I need to go now."
"Fear..." Conrad stated. "Interesting isn't it?" His hand reached around her body just then making sure to take in the feel of her curves as it did. "Now," he said again. "Give me what I want."
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Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.
The Fox entered the slums silently moving through the streets in the shadows always checking his back. He lost the officers as soon as he was back on the ground but you always had to be sure. He was sure a few shady characters were upset that he brought a hoard of officers into the slums. But they were working perfectly as a distraction and it made him silently snicker. Feeling confident he put enough room between them he walked out onto the open streets and put his hands behind his head. He started whistling to himself and almost missed walking past the lecherous scene out in the open.
He spotted Mattie but the man that was way too close to her stopped the smile from reaching his face. Mikey would have been a little upset if he wasn’t sure that the man had any romantic ties to her. But the look on Mathilda’s angelic face told him otherwise. He crept up on the man silently and was soon upon him like a predator leers on its prey. He thought about tapping the man’s shoulder but that was way too polite. He slapped his large hand down on Conrad’s shoulder and forced him to turn around. “Hey buddy can I ask you why your touching MY girl?” Mikey tried to impose himself on the man hoping to intimidate him into submission.
A lot of weasels in the slums were just weak men that preyed on the weaker. It was up to The Fox to protect the weak. Even though it was also a little personal now. Speaking of which his early claim on Mathilda was on his mind now. He didn’t want to upset her before he got to really have claims to call her ‘his girl’.
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.
The Fox entered the slums silently moving through the streets in the shadows always checking his back. He lost the officers as soon as he was back on the ground but you always had to be sure. He was sure a few shady characters were upset that he brought a hoard of officers into the slums. But they were working perfectly as a distraction and it made him silently snicker. Feeling confident he put enough room between them he walked out onto the open streets and put his hands behind his head. He started whistling to himself and almost missed walking past the lecherous scene out in the open.
He spotted Mattie but the man that was way too close to her stopped the smile from reaching his face. Mikey would have been a little upset if he wasn’t sure that the man had any romantic ties to her. But the look on Mathilda’s angelic face told him otherwise. He crept up on the man silently and was soon upon him like a predator leers on its prey. He thought about tapping the man’s shoulder but that was way too polite. He slapped his large hand down on Conrad’s shoulder and forced him to turn around. “Hey buddy can I ask you why your touching MY girl?” Mikey tried to impose himself on the man hoping to intimidate him into submission.
A lot of weasels in the slums were just weak men that preyed on the weaker. It was up to The Fox to protect the weak. Even though it was also a little personal now. Speaking of which his early claim on Mathilda was on his mind now. He didn’t want to upset her before he got to really have claims to call her ‘his girl’.
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Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (near her home).
Tagging: Anyone; Michael, Conrad (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.
"No!" Mattie whimpered as Conrad reached around her body, his hands roughly roaming her curves without care. He was reaching for her basket, so she pulled it away and out of his greedy grasp. He then growled in her ear and bit down causing her to let out a tiny yelp.
"Force it is. I don't mind," Conrad stated, his one hand giving her breast a squeeze as he chuckled against her ear.
Mattie let out another cry, her eyes already filled with tears as dark thoughts of her future flooded her mind. She wanted to hide, to die, anything but this... Just then, she heard a voice, a sound she remembered all too well and would never forget--the voice of the man who'd given her the extra money earlier on in the square. He was here. And he was going to help her. She honestly couldn't believe it and wondered if he was an angel sent down to watch out for her. He definitely seemed to have an uncanny knack for being there when she needed him and for that she would always be grateful. Always. And never would she take it for granted, not ever.
"Your girl?" Conrad asked, his question more of a statement. "I wasn't aware she had any attachments." He gave him a smirk as his hands continued to squeeze and fondle at Mattie's body right there in front of this man who'd just intruded on his plan. "Why don't we ask the miss then, hrm?" He gave him a nod and licked Mattie's ear. "So, this man claims you as his. Do you accept that claim?" He grinned maliciously, his hand moving down her torso now.
Mattie looked over at the man, her angel, and nodded. "Y-yes," she answered. "I accept that."
Conrad just laughed. "You sound hesitant, but no matter." He then shoved Mattie onto the ground and looked over at the man. "I don't want the girl anyway, just her extra cash. I just figured I could have some fun while I was at it." He grinned and pulled out one of his guns. "You know how it is, I'm sure." He fondled himself through his clothes and then pulled his hand away, dropping it to his side. Then, he pointed his gun at Mattie and said, "Now, give me what I want."
Mattie looked at Conrad and then over at her angel. "I..." Weeping, she looked at her basket and began rummaging through it. Her angel had saved her and the last thing she wanted was him risking getting hurt.
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Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.
Mikey was pissed off that this man was openly groping Mattie even when he claimed her. Obviously he had no sympathy for anyone. So the obvious thing would have been to end his worthless life with a quick snap of the neck. But that was too brutal and he couldn’t risk scarring Mathilda for life like that. Mikey sighed and he realized Altair was rubbing off on him but even his older brother would have disagreed with such methods.
But the mugger shoved Mattie to the ground and Mikey was ready to blow. His body tensed wanting to move but he couldn’t make any sudden movements. But of course the situation got worse. He acted quickly but moved slowly and tried to make it as believable as possible. He stepped in front of the gun and knelt down in front of Mattie. He discreetly reached back and grabbed her thigh squeezing gently to let her know he was going to take care of it. He lost his strong protective persona and just looked like a weak man begging. “Please sir just put the gun away. I have money take it. Take it all just don’t hurt her.” He refused to let her lose all the money she worked hard to get.
Mikey knew he had to move quickly. Rushing forward he tackled the man hopping to stun him and maybe even knock the gun away. From the floor he struggled with Conrad trying to keep him pinned down and even tried to throw a few punches.
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.
Mikey was pissed off that this man was openly groping Mattie even when he claimed her. Obviously he had no sympathy for anyone. So the obvious thing would have been to end his worthless life with a quick snap of the neck. But that was too brutal and he couldn’t risk scarring Mathilda for life like that. Mikey sighed and he realized Altair was rubbing off on him but even his older brother would have disagreed with such methods.
But the mugger shoved Mattie to the ground and Mikey was ready to blow. His body tensed wanting to move but he couldn’t make any sudden movements. But of course the situation got worse. He acted quickly but moved slowly and tried to make it as believable as possible. He stepped in front of the gun and knelt down in front of Mattie. He discreetly reached back and grabbed her thigh squeezing gently to let her know he was going to take care of it. He lost his strong protective persona and just looked like a weak man begging. “Please sir just put the gun away. I have money take it. Take it all just don’t hurt her.” He refused to let her lose all the money she worked hard to get.
Mikey knew he had to move quickly. Rushing forward he tackled the man hopping to stun him and maybe even knock the gun away. From the floor he struggled with Conrad trying to keep him pinned down and even tried to throw a few punches.
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Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (near her home).
Tagging: Anyone; Michael, Conrad (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.
With eyes full of tears, Mattie rummaged through her basket of flowers searching for her purse filled with her hard earned money, along with the extra that her angel had given her earlier on in the day. She felt utterly hopeless and the last thing she wanted was for her angel to risk himself further. He'd already done her a great service by intervening and saving her virtue. Whimpering, she watched her angel approach, kneeling beside her, ever watching out for her. She looked up into his eyes as he reached out and touched her thigh--a gesture that warmed her to her core, sending tiny jolts coursing along her skin. Her eyes drifted from his, in that moment, seeking his hand as it rested on her leg briefly. Swallowing, as if she was able to anticipate his thoughts somehow, she felt her heart lurch, her tummy twist into knots and before she knew it she was moving out of the way so that he could lunge better after the horrid man that was trying to harm them both.
Conrad grunted as Mattie's 'man' went after him, several punches connected at various points along his body. He felt one hit his gut causing him to lose his breath as well as his gun. 'Damn it!' he thought as his eyes widened. He knew he should've gripped the thing more tightly. How stupid of him to underestimate the mouse and her body guard! Angry and wanting to re-retrieve his gun, he lunged after the man and threw his own punches back. Though his sole focus--get that goddamned gun back!
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Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.
Michael had the element of surprise and it helped him catch Conrad off guard. His punches were connecting and he managed to be able to daze the man. He saw the gun skitter away from them relieved that he avoided that crisis. The apparent surprise in the man caused Leo to lower his guard slightly thinking that it was all coming to an end. But he was quickly mistaken as the man continued to push harder and even swung back. He got tagged in his chest a few times but once the swing came across his jaw he was pissed.
The Fox reached back and grabbed a hidden dagger from inside his coat as he tried to pin the man to the ground. Drawing the dagger he pulled it out and shot it out for the man’s face grazing his cheek. It wasn’t a deep cut but it was enough to warn the man that he wasn’t playing any games. The dagger was pinned next to his face and Michael glared into his eyes. “Make a single move and I’ll cut open your jugular without a second thought.” He would have rather not show this dangerous side of him to Mattie but it was kill or be killed in this moment. Mikey kicked the gun away not risking anything.
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.
Michael had the element of surprise and it helped him catch Conrad off guard. His punches were connecting and he managed to be able to daze the man. He saw the gun skitter away from them relieved that he avoided that crisis. The apparent surprise in the man caused Leo to lower his guard slightly thinking that it was all coming to an end. But he was quickly mistaken as the man continued to push harder and even swung back. He got tagged in his chest a few times but once the swing came across his jaw he was pissed.
The Fox reached back and grabbed a hidden dagger from inside his coat as he tried to pin the man to the ground. Drawing the dagger he pulled it out and shot it out for the man’s face grazing his cheek. It wasn’t a deep cut but it was enough to warn the man that he wasn’t playing any games. The dagger was pinned next to his face and Michael glared into his eyes. “Make a single move and I’ll cut open your jugular without a second thought.” He would have rather not show this dangerous side of him to Mattie but it was kill or be killed in this moment. Mikey kicked the gun away not risking anything.
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Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (near her home).
Tagging: Anyone; Michael, Conrad (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Early evening.
Mattie scrambled out of the way, clutching her basket close as she watched her angel and the horrid man tussle about on the ground. She let out a breath of relief when she saw the gun fall and skid away and out of the one man's reach. If it had fallen closer to her, she'd have picked the thing up and thrown it far away to ensure the man couldn't get it again. Anything to make sure her angel was out of harm's way. Several times over, she found herself wincing as the two men traded punches, her hopes falling onto her angel in that somehow he'd come out the victor in this awful skirmish.
Just then, Mattie saw the horrid man throw a punch at her angel, one that caused her to gasp and let out a tiny shriek. Instantly, she reached toward her angel, even though she knew it was in vain. But suddenly, a dark aura hung in the air and she watched her angel pull out a dagger he'd had hidden on his person. Again, she gasped, her hand moving to cover her mouth as she watched the scene unfold before her very eyes, fear weighing down in her heart.
Conrad's eyes went wide as the knife came down at him. For a moment, he was certain the blade was going to stab either his eye or his throat. But a wave of mild relief consumed him when it merely nicked the side of his face, grazing his coarse flesh, causing him to bleed only slightly. His eyes fixed on those of his opponent's--Mattie's 'man'. This was no ordinary man, that was quite clear now. He then gave him a nod knowing full well that his opponent meant what he was saying. The glint in his eye was one he recognized. He'd seen the likes of it before and knew full well you didn't fuck with someone when they gave you such a look. "I can be civilized," he bargained. "We can end this like gentlemen. You go your way, I go mine."
Mattie watched her angel, her eyes welling with tears. She was terrified at what she was seeing, though she knew her angel had been given no choice in the matter. None. The fact that he'd waited for the precise moment he had, that he'd still shown mercy. It was a lot more than most men would do. And it spoke volumes of his character and the sort of man he was. He truly was an angel... her angel.
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Name (Nickname): Charlotte McCabe (Charlie)
Attire: White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (exiting one of the shops).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Early evening.
Charlie paid for her item and quickly put it away and out of sight. She then gathered up her things so that she could leave the shop and head home as fast as possible. She honestly hadn't intended to be out quite so long, but she'd had no choice but to venture into the darker and more sinister corners of town to retrieve the items her father had wanted. He'd definitely hear about it later, that was for sure. Perhaps she'd pout a bit over dinner. Dinner. Thoughts of food weren't such a bad thing given the hour. As her eyes drifted toward the window, she could see the sky just beginning to change colors, subtle purple and orange hues only beginning to take over the sky and wash it in the soft glow of twilight. The onset of dusk meant dangers would soon be lurking in larger numbers, however. And that means she really needed to hurry. Without delaying any more than she needed, she grabbed her things and headed out of the shop.
As Charlie began to walk the narrow and twisting streets of the Slums, she could feel her paranoia begin to rise once more. Thankfully, that ominous feeling she'd had earlier on when she'd been traveling the roads was gone and she no longer felt those hard eyes upon her back. But that didn't stop her from peering out of the corners of her eyes as she moved, pressing onward toward the square.
(Charlie exits to Inalt)
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Mikey
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Early Evening.
Mikey was starting to come down from the hype and the adrenaline slowly starting to ebb from his system. He trained hard as a thief and this would have normally tired out a normal man. He felt fatigue but he could still at least stand. His eyes met with his opponent as they ended their scuffle like real men. Mickey twirled his dagger around once or twice and made it disappear quickly back into his clothes out of habit. He nodded to Conrad as he went on his way. “For what it’s worth had I been just some nosy prick you might have gotten away with it.” In a way Mikey kind of respected the approach of Conrad since he indeed was a thief himself. However stealing from someone who was struggling as hard as you was just unforgivable.
Before he turned to face Mattie he took a deep breath. Either one of two things were going to happen now. She would either A stare at him and shock and fear and run for the hills. Or B stare at him in awe and admiration. He turned his head slowly and was relieved to see the latter mostly and silently hoped she wouldn’t pick up the former. Mikey spoke low and calm. “Are you alright?” He looked her over for any physical damage but at lost she was probably just scared out of her mind. “I’m… I’m sorry you had to see me in such an inauspicious light.” He hoped talking so grand would make up for the small devil that she had to catch a glimpse of.
Mikey reached forward cautiously and slowly as he wiped the tears from her eyes. Once the tears were gone from her face she looked less like a frightened girl. “Even in this state of shock and fear your exquisiteness is just stunning.” In this moment he feared rejection. In this moment he feared he would lose the fighting chance he had to even receive attention from her.
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Early Evening.
Mikey was starting to come down from the hype and the adrenaline slowly starting to ebb from his system. He trained hard as a thief and this would have normally tired out a normal man. He felt fatigue but he could still at least stand. His eyes met with his opponent as they ended their scuffle like real men. Mickey twirled his dagger around once or twice and made it disappear quickly back into his clothes out of habit. He nodded to Conrad as he went on his way. “For what it’s worth had I been just some nosy prick you might have gotten away with it.” In a way Mikey kind of respected the approach of Conrad since he indeed was a thief himself. However stealing from someone who was struggling as hard as you was just unforgivable.
Before he turned to face Mattie he took a deep breath. Either one of two things were going to happen now. She would either A stare at him and shock and fear and run for the hills. Or B stare at him in awe and admiration. He turned his head slowly and was relieved to see the latter mostly and silently hoped she wouldn’t pick up the former. Mikey spoke low and calm. “Are you alright?” He looked her over for any physical damage but at lost she was probably just scared out of her mind. “I’m… I’m sorry you had to see me in such an inauspicious light.” He hoped talking so grand would make up for the small devil that she had to catch a glimpse of.
Mikey reached forward cautiously and slowly as he wiped the tears from her eyes. Once the tears were gone from her face she looked less like a frightened girl. “Even in this state of shock and fear your exquisiteness is just stunning.” In this moment he feared rejection. In this moment he feared he would lose the fighting chance he had to even receive attention from her.
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Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (near her home).
Tagging: Anyone; Michael, Conrad (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Early evening.
Mattie whimpered softly as her angel approached, her body trembling slightly though more with relief as she watched the horrid man stagger angrily away. She was glad he was leaving and more so that he was leaving empty-handed and that both she and her angel were unharmed. When her angel approached, her heart began to pound harder, faster and suddenly she felt safer than she had in a very long time. He reached out to wipe away her tears, his voice soothing as he spoke gently to her, trying to keep her calm and see to it that she was indeed all right after such an awful event.
Licking her lips, Mattie leaned into her angel's touch and nodded. "I... I'm all right," she said softly. "Thanks to you. You truly are an angel." She gave him a watery smile just then, moving to be a bit closer so that she could finally rest her head against him and let out all the emotions that were roiling within due to everything that had just occurred. And whether he knew it or not, she'd meant what she'd said earlier on while in that horrible man's grasp--that she was indeed his, so long as he wanted her. After several moments of crying, she finally lifted her head and looked up into her angel's eyes. "I'm fortunate to have such a man watching out for me."
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Mikey
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Early Evening.
Mikey slowly leaned more and more into Mattie as his body tensed starting the slow process of healing itself. His body needed her more and more to support his weight. He turned around once to watch Conrad as he left before turning back to her. Mikey was oblivious that she actually accepted belonging to him. "So you’re my girl?" He chuckled and winced loudly. "Ow it hurts to laugh." When he heard her claim him as her angel though he took her claims before a lot more serious. He wrapped his arms around her holding her head in tightly his body comforting her much smaller form.
Her last words made his heartbeat speed up and he was sure that she could feel it thudding. His grey eyes looked into her’s searching for something. Admiration? Affection? He was confused if he was just taking the signs wrong or if she truly wanted him. For all his smart comments and flirty words he was slow when such interests were returned. “Well you captured my eye my little rose. How could I not stand up for my woman. If anyone put their hands on you hostile or not of course I’m gonna act on it.”
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mattie, Conrad (NPC), Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Early Evening.
Mikey slowly leaned more and more into Mattie as his body tensed starting the slow process of healing itself. His body needed her more and more to support his weight. He turned around once to watch Conrad as he left before turning back to her. Mikey was oblivious that she actually accepted belonging to him. "So you’re my girl?" He chuckled and winced loudly. "Ow it hurts to laugh." When he heard her claim him as her angel though he took her claims before a lot more serious. He wrapped his arms around her holding her head in tightly his body comforting her much smaller form.
Her last words made his heartbeat speed up and he was sure that she could feel it thudding. His grey eyes looked into her’s searching for something. Admiration? Affection? He was confused if he was just taking the signs wrong or if she truly wanted him. For all his smart comments and flirty words he was slow when such interests were returned. “Well you captured my eye my little rose. How could I not stand up for my woman. If anyone put their hands on you hostile or not of course I’m gonna act on it.”
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Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: The Slums of Inalt (near her home).
Tagging: Anyone; Michael.
Time: September 1, 2650; Early evening.
A blush swept over Mattie's cheeks and she giggled softly as she looked up into her angel's eyes. She nodded. "Yes, I am your girl and quite fortunate to be so." She paused a moment, her eyes suddenly shifting to look at the ground. Biting down on her lip, she listened to him speak, his words only slightly affirming her hopes that his interests were indeed genuine, that he would be looking out for her, and perhaps more, now that he'd found her. "Well, I'm glad of that," she then added. "As I don't wish for another's hands to be upon me."
Mattie swallowed hard, her cheeks burning as she felt her heart begin to pound beneath her breast. She was a bit nervous, feeling slightly vulnerable as she laid out her feelings for this angel as he stood there and held her. She owed him her life, but truly this went deeper than that and she knew it the moment she'd first laid eyes upon him when he'd spoken to her earlier on in the square. He captivated her then and he most certainly was now.
"My name is Mathilda Molloy, though I go by Mattie," Mattie said softly. "I do not even know my angel's name, though I wish to know it." She gave him a smile, her body trembling a bit as she stood close to to her angel, her eyes fixed upon his. "I wish to know the name of the angel to which I've accepted his claim over me as his own."