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Tendaji Tricks


Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7

The seasons are changing yet again, and a cool breeze is washing across the shores of Tendaji and Kahikina. Many are finishing up their final harvests, and now are begging to prepare for the longer nights and slower days. Naturally, with all the extra free time, the people of Tendaji are growing restless and looking for some entertainment. It's time for the tricksters to come out and play.

[ In this world event, your character is involved in a little prank. Either they are doing the prank, or receiving one, but how does it go? Is it all in fun or is it something a little more nasty? Roleplay it out and celebrate the tricky side of this holiday season! ]

Ostensibly, Viltre was out for a walk, grab a few treats for his cute siblings, maybe plot out an especially elaborate prank himself. He did have an unusually full bag on his hip this time, containing something firm. A faint buzzing could be heard, were one to listen closely. Of course by that time, the tall young man might have handed that one back their wallet. Just to keep in practice. In reality, he was strolling along by request. Merle in particular, their stepmother. He was, in her words, to "Tail that little trollop, see where she goes tonight. She might be seeing someone, and I want to know who it is if true."

Really, Merle. You're going a bit overboard lately. Soon I'll need to do something about that, if you don't rein it in some. I'd really rather not need to. There's better uses for our time. Of course, in this case, it was fortunate he had. These amateurs had something in mind for his little sister. The spot wasn't right yet, but their teamwork was good. Green eyes would be able to spot when they moved by watching any one of them. There was another thing on his hip. A smallish waterskin, but he already wore a regularly sized one... They weren't going to spring yet, and didn't seem the sort of vicious to inflict real harm right now. For now, he hung back quietly, waited, watched, the better to examine and interrupt his new prey.

Patience, as usual, was rewarded. The little amateurs made their move. Still well coordinated, but this sort of sloppiness only passed muster because his sister was lost in her own world. So many people lost track of the real one, he found with a little stalking. He still never understood how they managed to get anything done like that. Three quick steps forward and he'd plucked the scissors from a hip-sheath. The other had undone the stopper of his little waterbag and squirted a viscous goop over another's back: the one with grabby hands. Y'know, I was saving this stuff. 'Prentice tailor, eh?

"For shame, guys. What's she ever done to you?" From what he remembered, Niiemh hadn't done anything... Unless it was that rude boy Merle had tried to introduce? Had he had friends to do this? He hadn't seemed the type to leave it to others. Spinning the scissors on his index finger, Viltre grinned his impish little grin. "Ah ah, let's not do anything hasty. That's honey on your shirt, an' what's honey attract?" The free hand, having replaced the stopper, pulled the buzzing jar up out of its pouch, just enough to show...

The boy's reply came easy as a breeze. The scissors stopped on the heel of his hand, like to a knife in a backhand grip. Nothing in his eye nor smile said he'd do a thing with them, but... something in the tall youth's stance emphasized that he was armed, and they weren't. "Somebody with better tricks than you tonight." The other hand had loosened the lid of that jar on Viltre's hip, and the buzzing only grew louder. "Lotta insects collecting honey before the long sleep. Honey's a favorite, innit?"

Though the chirpy little grin didn't change an inch, his sister's attention removed what edge was in his bearing. Without a care in the world, he stepped smoothly up to the tailor's 'prentice, pressing the shears back into his hand. The secondborn brother managed to loom for just long enough, just inside the shorter boy's personal bubble, to make the expression unsettling again. "Aww, y'caught me, sis. Here, friend. Y'dropped these. Be more careful next time, hey? Somebody could get hurt, carrying scissors unfastened."

Witting or not, Niiemh's corroboration solidified the lie a little. Viltre often found dropped objects. It was a curious thing, how often he found things so lost, and happy coincidence that said items often carried high monetary value. "Oh I could be persuaded to do all sorts of things. Being borrowed is definitely one of them." Manual labor might not have been his strong suit, but he was sure they'd noticed the jar of stinging insects by now. The quicker away, the better.

Brushing right past the boys, the tall scribe strolled briskly onward, heading for a more populated section of the festivities. Mussing or disheveling someone was one thing, but carving off bits was frowned on, even if that bit was hair. Especially since there existed mages who could use bits of others to unsavory effect... Something as mean-spirited as that potential trick didn't go over as well out in the crowd itself. Arm in arm with his younger sibling, Viltre's teeth gleamed an impish gleam in his face. "So! Who were we covering first?"

The current goal had pulled off without a hitch. If they turned their ire towards him, so much the better. Viltre could use that, stage something. Even a beatdown was to his benefit if it strengthened the perceptions of his mask. Of course, if they tried going after her again, arrangements would have to be made. Shank? No, he's a little too wild. I'll just do some research, see if I can't break them up somehow. Individually, they aren't nearly so much trouble.

Behind the mask, Niiemh's brother plotted, calculated. His outward face, though, kept up with his sister's errand. "Acyn, hmm? We thinkin' edible, practical, or ornamental? I do remember there was a toymaker selling something he called 'nothing machines'. Could check that out." A trammel was a mathematical modeling device for ellipses, but someone had stuck a handle on the thing and apparently it worked for a toy.

The back of Viltre's hand touched his forehead in artful despair. "You wound me, lil' sis. I've learned, I've outgrown the childish pranks of yesteryear. The very thought...!" A moment's pause, to let the obvious lie settle. Jokes, he'd found, were often temporary lies. "This year the pranks ain't the gifts. Those are real." That said, practical jokes were a vital facet of his mask. His siblings, though seldom as artful as he, ranged from clever to ingenious. Giving those up would be an immediate tip-off that something was wrong.

Dropping back from his dramatics before the god of overacting could strike him down, the taller brother relaxed. His long stride still carried him alongside without much effort. "Could do ornamental, though. I've been looking at a blue stone set of earrings for Fajra, and found a nice puzzle ring for Aelyn." A slight shift, to look behind, and see if the boys followed. When they were at least out of earshot, the voice took a slightly lower tone. "That could've got ugly, sister mine. That wasn't a prankster's trick, that was a jerk with an excuse."

Privately, he disagreed with the latter gift idea. On grounds of taste, as decorative weapons or tools had always struck Viltre as a poor fate for such objects. And much as he adored his fiery little sister, she was far too quick to jump to conclusions. That would get her in trouble... well, more trouble than a knife would see her out of, someday. "Aelyn's gotta work on her mind, an' puzzles are a fun way to do it. Tell ya what, we can get her the dagger, an' I'll slip her the ring later so nobody gets jealous."

The tall boy smiled, and for once, it wasn't just the mask. A decent deception, this far away from the assailants. Were they to assume both siblings knew, the three might get worried, get rash. Sure, preemptive steps wouldn't end well for them in Viltre's estimation, but it was a complication nobody needed. I'll just have to pop by the tailor's bedroom for a word, later. "True enough. Bit careless of them, I suppose. Think that's one of the stalls I found earlier, just there!." Pointing and bending down closer to her eye level, the other arm wound about Niiemh's shoulders, and the siblings bustled off, vanishing into the crowd...