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    Dabiene Caristiana

    Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
    "Let's listen in some more."

    Both crouched side by side near the door to listen in on further details...

    ... But it was silent. They waited with baited breath for several seconds before Isabella turned to look at her brother. "Do you think they heard us?" she whispered.

    It happened all too fast. The next thing Erebus knew was he jumped back away from the door as it was torn open, his sister letting out a grunt and a wheeze when she was pinned to the wall by her throat by what appeared to be a Bosmer woman. Swiftly drawing his knife he turned to the other assailant, only to find himself on the other end of an arrow shaft.

    "I think they did." Erebus stared at the arrowhead.

    The young woman aiming the bow at him was Imperial, like himself. But she had a look in her eye that meant she would kill without a second thought. No doubt from all the harm that came to her and her family, she was most likely done being a peace keeper. 'I would be too in her situation.. If what happened is true of course.'

    "So young lady," the Bosmer said in a low and hostile tone. "What did you hear?"

    His sister opened her mouth to speak, but Erebus cut her off, "Not. A word. Sister." It was her fault. She got them into this mess... Alright they both got themselves into this mess, but he was going to get them out of it. He always got them out of sticky situations.

    "Look." He put his dagger away and raised his hands in defense and submissive gesture. He had nothing against them after all and was here to help. For a price of course. "Why don't we all go back inside the room and talk about this like civilized human beings, hm?" He threw a light smile at the Imperial woman. "We both may be able to help with your little.. Problem." The Bosmer still had his sister pinned to the wall but was glaring at him full force.

    "You can assume how much we listened in. Well, how much my dear sister has listened in on. I was a little too late for the juicy gossip."
    Erebus glance at the closet the unconscious man was stuffed in, praying the man was out cold. "Can't say I was late for the action though..." He trailed off.

    He really hoped his smooth Nibenese accent could get him out of this. But he knew it wasn't going to be quite enough. If caught, they could all be persecuted, tried, and killed. Without the tried part.

    Speaking softly and in the most sincere voice he could conjure, he addressed the Imperial woman who was still aiming at his chest. "My sister and I know what it's like losing family. We may be thieves, be we aren't cold blooded and heartless." He heard a snort and Erebus snapped his gaze to his sibling.

    "You may not be. Doesn't mean I'm not."
    She rasped, clutching the elf's forearm that was against her neck. Isabella glared at the elf, "Do you mind?! I need to breathe! It comes with being alive you know! Now let me go!" By now the elf had already loosened her pin but still had a keen eye on her.

    Erebus shook his head. She was always sarcastic. Always.

    He lowered his hands but then raised his right hand as an offering to the Imperial. "Erebus. Erebus and Isabella Cacciatore. Offering high and prime services whereas available." He laughed at his own little joke.

    "With clever wit and sarcastic bitchiness to hand out for your entertainment." Isabella added with a cheeky grin.
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    He sat back and watched all the chaos unfold while Natesse did the talking. It would seem like their conversation attracted an interested party, and grabbed their attention long enough to get caught. Now there was two young imperial thieves, and oh they were working their charm. Although he didn't think it was quite working. The situation finally simmered down enough to where they could all talk, "Try not get caught next time you two. Now that that's taken care of, you obviously know the story and plan. How do you guys plan on helping?" He widdled away at the table with his knife as the rest of the group sat back down, still fidgeting from the adrenaline.

    *****​
    As Imperial guards tailed and flanked her, she made her way down to the blood works, trying her best not to stain her dress but not caring if she does in fact do so. She gave a sadistic grin with each scream of the prisoners, fantasizing about how she'd put them to their end. The clinking of the ornate moving death dealers stopped as they reached the blademaster,

    "I want to know about the Imperial we have down here."
    "Which one? We have more than a few."
    "The only one that matters you dull man. Put him in a fight. I want to see him in struggle as he tries to fight." She gave a laugh as she tucked her hands in her sleeves

    "Are you sure that's wise, milady?"
    "I didn't ask what you thought. Do it or you'll be next and don't think you're match will be easy."
    "As you say. How do you want the match to go?"
    "Let's make it somewhat fair. What about the Half-tails? Slimey, lanky little lizards they are. Shouldn't be too unworthy and a good show."
    "As you wish." The blademaster nodded and went back to work on composing the next death symphony. Sereah turned on her heels and walked out of the Arena for her daily march around the district, as well as the commons as if to mock the lowborns and beggars, which she loves to do so much.


     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    Lu'ah woke with a start. She sat up quickly and scoured the room. Something had woken her. She had her dagger in her hand which she had grabbed from underneath her pillow. The room was empty and, still wary, she slid off the bed silently and padded to the door. Yes, there was definitely something going on out there. Lu'ah opened her door a mere crack and peered out. The darkened hallway didn't reveal much, but she could tell there were a number of people down the hall.

    She could not make them out in the dim light but she saw someone being pushed against a wall, a lot of harsh whispering, and then they all disappeared into a room, the door closing behind them. Lu'ah raised one eyebrow, as she was prone to do when curious. She closed the door. Not that curious..she thought to herself. She tossed the dagger onto the bed and stood in the gloomy light. Her tummy rumbled. She did not know how long she had been asleep for. It didn't seem nearly long enough for her; her body still ached all over from her fight. She dressed quickly in a pair of light suede leather pants, and a white linen tunic top. She strapped her dagger sheath to her leg and grabbed a small coin purse. She left her room, locking the door and then headed down the stairs. As she passed the door the people from before had entered she strained to hear but only heard muffled voices.

    Lu'ah continued down the stairs to the tavern below. She ordered a meal and grabbed a large tankard of mead and sat at the same table she had seen Ardin and the women sitting at before. She wondered where Ardin had gone. Then scolded herself for caring. He would find her in his own time, if not, well then it was one great night to remember. Lu'ah watched the pretty whore she had dismissed before, flitting from one table to the next, trying to make her wage for the day. She wondered if she should take up the girls offer.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Alice was relieved that the situation hadn't gotten violent and put her bow and arrow away as soon as the thieves stood down. Natesse did so only grudgingly. Natesse worked as a prostitute but she had a long history of theft and murder. She was born in Bravil to the life of a street urchin, hiding and stealing to survive. She did dirty jobs for the local mages guild in return for basic needs and some basic lessons in magic. She developed her skills in illusion and destruction to become a better thief and even a few killings. The only reason she wasn't dead or in prison was because the Count had offered her legal pardon if she had sex with the many lords she stole from. That began her work as a whore, which led to meeting Drevin, which led to learning of the Dark Brotherhood, which led to turning them down, which led to who she was today. Through it all, she had learned a very important lesson.

    Thieves can trust no one. Least of all each other.

    That's why she was alarmed at Alice letting her guard down and furious at Ardin inviting them into their room! To participate in their plan no less! Alice she could forgive. She was still a very naive child and didn't know better. Ardin was simply stupid. She didn't bother pulling him aside or lowering her voice to make her disapproval known.

    "You have GOT to be kidding me! We find a pair of imperial twins outside our room eavesdropping, they let themselves get caught, then they proudly admit to being thieves and you want to INVITE THEM IN!? They're a threat, not an asset. We have no idea who they are!"

    "They just told us who they are. Erebus and Isabella Cacciatore and..."

    "Alice, you can't afford to be that naive. They could have pulled those names out of their bums and..."

    "But they didn't!" Alice said, raising her voice and interrupting Natesse. This was unlike her so Natesse figured that what she had to say was important. She let her speak. "These two are members of the Thieves Guild!"

    "What? Alice, how could you possibly know that?"

    "Simple. There's a wealthy merchant that is, or rather was, a regular customer of my parents' blacksmithing shop. A Fighting Chance. Mr. Cacciatore, as I knew him by, would always put in expensive orders to sell to other parts of Cyrodiil. Lots of enchanted weapons and armor. They were almost always small weapons like daggers and the armor always had enchantments to quiet footsteps or help with a backstab or critical shot. He'd also talk about his "mischievous children" and their equipment needs to my mother. The story I was given was that the armor was sold to woodsmen in the Imperial Legion and well-off hunters but I always thought there was more to it than that. I and my siblings had always suspected there was more to Mr. Cacciatore than met the eye since he was always so concerned with personal safety and always seemed to be on the verge of some legal trouble. I always suspected that he and his children were members of the Thieve's Guild and it seems I was right!"

    She looked to the twins with hungry eyes, almost begging for her theory to be validated. "It's true isn't it? You're part of the Thieve's Guild aren't you!"

    Natesse had heard every wild story about the Thieve's Guild, many of them made up by the Guild itself to stay hidden. They gave the guild a romanticizing view of stealing from the rich and giving to the poor that youngsters like Alice would dream about. Alice's own theory was very much made from wistful thinking but Natesse couldn't help but be impressed with her deductive reasoning and practically had her jaw to the floor as it seemed the girl was actually right. Regardless, the idea had been planted into her mind and she would not refuse their help. Natesse knew they needed it and they did just offer it but she still wouldn't trust an hair on their heads. At least, not yet.

    At this point they had moved inside the room and sat back down at the table by the door. Ardin was playing with his knife, carving at the table. Natesse placed a hand on the hilt signaling him to stop, and took a deep breath to vent her excitement and frustration.

    "Well, if you really are going to help, then I suppose you can listen in on the plan. The execution is going to be hellishly complicated but the basic idea is relatively simple. We need a way to get Alice's father out of the arena prison safely and without bloodshed. If we try to fight our way in or out we will lose. I discussed the matter with a...friend of mine last night and we decided that the easiest way to do that is to fake his death, then come for the body. My friend should have prepared some langourwine by now to complete this task and will deliver it relatively soon. Your parts in this plan will be our backup in case things fail, and to help get him and I inside the arena. Right now, all we have to do is wait."

    Inside, Natesse was getting worried. Dreven had told her that the poison would be ready by midday and it was past noon. He'd better get back here soon or there'd be Oblivion to pay when he did.
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    "You have GOT to be kidding me! We find a pair of imperial twins outside our room eavesdropping, they let themselves get caught, then they proudly admit to being thieves and you want to INVITE THEM IN!? They're a threat, not an asset. We have no idea who they are!"

    "And yet here I am. If we're going to do this, we need all the help we can get. They already heard the plan, so there's no hiding it and why would thieves volunteer for such a job where there is little in it for them?

    "They just told us who they are. Erebus and Isabella Cacciatore and..."

    "Alice, you can't afford to be that naive. They could have pulled those names out of their bums and..."

    "But they didn't!" and so the quiet little girl finds her voice. This obviously surprised Natesse, causing her to stop talking, "These two are members of the Thieves Guild!"

    "What? Alice, how could you possibly know that?" As Natesse questioned, Ardin smirked and gave a sigh to prepare for the assuming interesting answer

    "Simple. There's a wealthy merchant that is, or rather was, a regular customer of my parents' blacksmithing shop. A Fighting Chance. Mr. Cacciatore, as I knew him by, would always put in expensive orders to sell to other parts of Cyrodiil. Lots of enchanted weapons and armor. They were almost always small weapons like daggers and the armor always had enchantments to quiet footsteps or help with a backstab or critical shot. He'd also talk about his "mischievous children" and their equipment needs to my mother. The story I was given was that the armor was sold to woodsmen in the Imperial Legion and well-off hunters but I always thought there was more to it than that. I and my siblings had always suspected there was more to Mr. Cacciatore than met the eye since he was always so concerned with personal safety and always seemed to be on the verge of some legal trouble. I always suspected that he and his children were members of the Thieve's Guild and it seems I was right!"

    "Well butter my ass and call me a sweetroll." As for thieves, most would make a story up for the sake of saving their own hide. Although these two didn't seem like the thieves he's dealt with. These two seemed clever, but genuine. Perhaps they were acting to be genuine? Alice by the sounds of it knew their father pretty well, so maybe they were. Right now, they could be useful and not to mention capable. The odds increased in finding Alice's father with the two imperial siblings. At this point they needed more people that are inclined to the dark recesses of the environment around them, and they had found two in fact. Gods know that Ardin's not cut up for sneaking around.

    The soft hand of his wood elf companion drew him out of his thoughts, causing him to stop widdling at the table from which they sit, "Well, if you really are going to help, then I suppose you can listen in on the plan. The execution is going to be hellishly complicated but the basic idea is relatively simple. We need a way to get Alice's father out of the arena prison safely and without bloodshed. If we try to fight our way in or out we will lose. I discussed the matter with a...friend of mine last night and we decided that the easiest way to do that is to fake his death, then come for the body. My friend should have prepared some langourwine by now to complete this task and will deliver it relatively soon. Your parts in this plan will be our backup in case things fail, and to help get him and I inside the arena. Right now, all we have to do is wait."

    "I also may have a friend that is interested. Let's meet back here same time tomorrow. I need to sort out a few things. Until next time,and good job Alice." He smiled before making his way back to the main area as he traveled the crowds with his eyes before he spotted a familiar and special face. Knowing he might have some explaining to do, he went over and grabbed a seat right in front of her, "Do you have a hand on a blade? Am I in harms way right now?" he gave off a warm smile to try to gauge how she was at that exact moment. There was something different about Lu'ah. They had just met, both wanted each other, but also aren't committing just yet.

    "I may have something that might interest you."
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    Her sight of the lovely whore was obscured and Ardin was sliding into the seat in front of her. She narrowed her eyes at him. Annoyed for various reasons.

    "Do you have a hand on a blade? Am I in harms way right now?" He smiled at her, trying to be charming. Lu'ah did not in fact have a hand on her dagger. She merely picked up her tankard and took a sip of mead. Then licked her lips slowly. Ardin seemed to be trying to suss out her mood. Well, she gave him nothing. Just sat there waiting to see what he had to say for himself.

    "I may have something that might interest you." He then said. Lu'ah arched her eyebrow. She had no idea what he was about to say. It could have been anything. A proposal to go back up to her room?.. or something completely different. Something that involved the two women she had seen him talking to before? Momentarily distracted by the laughing of the whore she had her eyes on, she looked away for a second, letting Ardin sit there and wait for her to speak. She looked back at him. Studied the contours of his face, that lock of dark hair that fell to his eyes... Who was she kidding, she would listen to anything this man had to say. And it infuriated her to no end.

    "I'm listening" she said.
     

    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    His charm did not work in the slightest. If she wasn't already angry she is boiling up now. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance, a sign that he did not like. Still wanting to at least get his point across, he cleared his throat as Lu'ah's eyes veered toward the laughing whore that he had just passed by. Inside he secretly began to feel jealous, but tried to remember they had just met. They could sleep around if they wanted because in a way, they are still strangers. Strangers that have an unworldly draw to one another. Though he got a little heated with Natesse. He shook the thought for now.

    "I'm listening"

    "Right. I apologize as to why I didn't keep my promise. I knew you would make it out. For my second point, the girls I was speaking with have a plan to get someone important out of the prison that's attached to the arena. We need more back up if it gets bloody." He couldn't just simply state that it's because he trusts her. The two could have went up to their rooms and make up, but she gave that damned whore one more work, making him almost as angry as she was. The image of her and the whore mirrored the image of him and Natesse. In that moment, he felt nothing. He took a septim and began to spin it as he took a pouch out, "We can split our earnings as well."

    Jealousy is a powerful weapon. In the recent events, it was going to make them both do something that could harm each other than it would themselves.
     

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