Holiday Heist

Occupying the southwestern portion of the city, this quarter is characterized by filth, general poverty, and an almost exclusively refugee population. Many of the streets and buildings are in disrepair, beggars and the homeless lurk toward the city wall, and guards are rarely seen.

Holiday Heist

Khizer Qadre
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14 Dec 2011, 11:52 #1

It was time.

He found himself at her door—well, the door to the collective she belonged to. A commune of sorts; the last resting place of a once proud people. Now, like the sands of their desert land, they were scattered and lost. They'd come here as grains, collecting in pockets pretending they could be a Sehra again.

He chewed thoughtfully on the Khar for a few seconds, his bloodshot eyes taking in the rotting door that guarded access to her world. Letting the juice mix with his saliva, he waited for the effect to hit before lazily knocking, his knuckled hammering out a swift series of taps on the wood.

It opened to reveal a young face. A woman with braids in her hair. She looked at him. Her eyes were rimmed with sleep and they blinked as they adjusted to the new image in front of her.

"...Yes?"

Khizer looked at her for a few seconds, his eyes glassy and snakelike.

"Shaman. Call her."

The woman blinked.

"I'm sorry I don't understand."

"Yes you do." His smile was lazy, his red teeth bared.

"It is late, she is sleeping...I..."

"Call her."

The woman pursed her lips. Then, with a nod, she turned and disappeared into the bowels of the commune. Khizer looked at the crack in the doorway, one hand reaching out to adjust the length of rope coiled around his shoulder. The rope tightened and shifted, more alive than it had any right to be. Like a snake preparing to strike, it eased itself around the muscle, waiting, watching...
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Manyara Thandiwe
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21 Dec 2011, 05:08 #2

She awoke as soon as Trihidar touched her, the young woman's smooth palms resting on Manyara's shoulder. The shaman roused quickly and silently, coming from fully asleep to fully awake in seconds. She'd had a lot of time to learn how to wake up properly.

"What is it?" she murmured, her eyes coasting around the sleeping forms of the last of her people.

She could barely make out Trihidar's face in the dim lighting. "There is a man, outside... he demanded to see you," she whispered. "His teeth were red." Everyone from the Continent knew what that meant.

And Manyara understood who it was, then.

She stood, pulling her shawl over her shoulders. "Lock the door after me. I want everyone to be careful the next few days," she said, lowly. "Tell Rahan that he is in charge until I'm back."

"You're leaving?"

"Maybe. Just remain inside tonight." With that, Manyara moved towards the door, fastening her shawl and grabbing her bag. She opened the door and stepped outside. After readjusting her bag a bit, she looked at the man. "We're going?"
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21 Dec 2011, 05:16 #3

His smile was out in full force.

“Yes.”

He stepped back from the door, giving her the space she needed. His head cocked to angle, his body swaying ever so slightly. Like a reed caught in a lazy wind, his middle seemed to shift ever so slightly, bending so that his face was nearer to her.

His finger jabbed out to indicate her bag. “What's inside?”
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21 Dec 2011, 05:18 #4

"My things," she said, putting a slight emphasis on the my to make him fully understanding of the fact that he was not to touch it or try and look inside.

She was tired, and she still wasn't certain this was a good idea.

But she hated this place, and so did everyone in the shack behind her. There had to be a way out, and if this madman knew the path, then she had little choice but to follow him. "Where do we go?"
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21 Dec 2011, 05:23 #5

He retracted his hand, letting it rest over the rope on his shoulder.

“Temple.”

For a second he looked upwards, at the sky, his dilated pupils taking in the vast expanse above them. Stars and galaxies and all the wonders no man had ever visited. So much space. So much space to fill. When he jerked his head back to look at her, Khizer found himself blinking.

“Do you still have the thread I gave you?” he asked, wondering if she even bothered to keep it or not. Khizer spent a week crafting the thing. It was a long process and he wasn't about to repeat it if she'd tossed it into a hearth or given it away to some cretin.
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21 Dec 2011, 05:26 #6

She rested her hand on her bag. "Yes." It was in there, writhing quietly, she was sure. She didn't like that sort of magic, but she could endure it. She kept it as far from her bones as she could while still keeping it in the bag. "Do I need it?"

She stepped away from the door, and it shut. She heard them locking it behind her.
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21 Dec 2011, 05:28 #7

“No. But it's worth keeping.”

He extended a hand out to her.

“Give it to me. I will show you what it does.” He wasn't eager to give her a lesson on the streets, but he didn't have much time to do it the other way—nor was he willing to risk her unease if they ever found themselves in a tight spot. No; she would have to learn its secrets. And she would learn them now.
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21 Dec 2011, 05:30 #8

She eyed his hand for a moment, and then mentally shrugged and fished in her bag for it. If he was going to do something dastardly to her, he'd have done it by now. Besides, from what it sounded like, he needed some manner of assistance from her.

It coiled around her finger, and she pulled her hand out, extending it towards him.
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21 Dec 2011, 05:39 #9

The thread darting forward at the sight of him, scrambling across her arm back to him. Her met it with a smile, even as it writhed in his palm like a worm. “This is an Assassin's Coil,” he told her, his smile holding in a fashion that could be best described as macabre. Red teeth were bared and his eyes were bloodshot.

He turned his hand over, his palm now facing the ground. The thread reacted to movement, snaking across his fingers and coiling between his index and ring finger.

He looked around for something then. When he found it, his hand snapped forward, the thread flying like an arrow towards his target.

It was a alley cat.

The thread snapped around the feline's throat, coiling and tightening. It didn't take long for it to work it's magic. With a sudden jerk, it cut easily past the fur and skin, going so far as to draw hot blood through the throat. The cat was dead in a heartbeat—and it hadn't even cried out.

Khiser extended his hand again and thread flew straight back to him.

With another smile, he held the now bloodied thread out to her.
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21 Dec 2011, 05:43 #10

She had never liked the look of the string, and had kept it in her bag since he'd left it behind. Now, she knew why she hated it, as though the fact that it were a living piece of string weren't enough. Assassin's Coil. It certainly sounded macabre.

Manyara watched dispassionately as he attacked the cat with it, only the slightest hint of disapproval showing through the thinning corners of her lips.

However, when he handed it back to her, she didn't flinch away from the blood. She let the soiled string drop into her hand, and closed her fingers over it. "It will respond to me if I use it exactly so?" There was no telling, after all, if it only truly worked for him.
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21 Dec 2011, 05:46 #11

He grinned.

“Exactly so.” As long as she didn't try to kill him with it. That would be a bad idea on more levels than Khizer could care to count.

“Are you ready?”
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21 Dec 2011, 05:48 #12

She inhaled deeply, stuffing the string into her bag again. When she pulled her hand out, she wiped the blood onto her shawl. "As I'll ever be. Lead the way."
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21 Dec 2011, 05:52 #13

And he did.

They walked for a few minutes, silence dictating the better part of their session.

He reached into his front pocket and pulled out two paper-thin Khar leaves. He slid the first between his lower lip and teeth and extended the other leaf out to her. It was dried out and red, the colour of particularly corrosive rust. He twirled it between his fingers.

“You want some?”
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21 Dec 2011, 05:53 #14

"No," she said, flatly.
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21 Dec 2011, 05:55 #15

He shrugged and pushed the leaf into the mouth, sliding it right next to the first. The leaves had sharp edges, enough to make small cuts around the lips and inside the mouth. That was what made Khar so effective. It was an instant high the moment it hit the bloodstream.

His pupils dilated slightly and the sector was suddenly beautiful again.

“It bothers you,” he commented.
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