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scarlett arbuckle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
72
Total: 72 (1-100)
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scarlett arbuckle Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2021 1:00 pm
Pickpocket!
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
It's been quiet, peaceful in the world of Tendaji. Many have grown used to the new normal between the Aishans, the Earthlings, and the Kahikinans. Because of this sense of security, a few unsavory folk are taking advantage of the distracted locals.
A pickpocket is on the prowl in the marketplace, and you find yourself involved.
This prompt will be resolved by rolling 1D100.
xxxxx1-20: Oh no! Something VERY VALUABLE was stolen!
xxxxx21-50: While not majorly valuable, you do have an important item taken from you.
xxxxx51-90: A small item is taken and you immediately identify the thief in the crowd.
xxxxx91-100: Not today - you catch the thief in the act.
[ Each participating character in this WE rolls 1d100 and roleplays their reaction. You are also welcome to have your character reacting to this event happening to someone else, if it makes more sense for your character's plot.
Or, even better, maybe your character is the thief - roleplay it out from the perspective of the thief. ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2021 5:08 pm
Korin was, finally, getting old enough to head to the market by herself. She could still remember being little, clinging to her mother’s skirts as they shopped, peering at all the delicious treats or shiny baubles. Sometimes, Kalliope would get Korin and her siblings treats, but not every time - which was just so unfair! Now, though, Korin was big enough that she could go outside to play, and Visha wasn’t always there to make sure she kept out of trouble. You wouldn’t think Korin WOULD get in trouble. She was bossy, yes… prissy, certainly. But she was the type of child who liked to play games, to dress up, and if she felt very adventurous to climb up on things with her brothers, or even go pet familiars!
Not get into trouble, no sir! But that would change today.
Stealing was wrong. Korin wasn’t some starving urchin, dirty and impoverished and with no choice but to pinch a purse in order to survive. Nor was she desperate enough to steal for her family; her mother and father kept them well clothed, well fed, and with more toys than they knew what to do with.
But today, Korin went to market and everything her glittering eyes settled on looked amazing, and she only had so many coins in her purse and - it just wasn’t fair! She wanted the savory, spicy meat on a stick, so sticky and good she’d have to lick her fingers clean. She wanted to purchase a cup of treats so that she could feed the animals on display in the market, something that she couldn’t recall doing for years! She wanted that pretty dress, which would look so pretty while she danced, and those bells made such a beautiful, deep sound when jingled - her mother would absolutely LOVE them, wouldn’t she?
And really, that man - a foreign looking earthling with beautifully dyed cloaks, and a heavy coin purse, he really had more than enough to share, didn’t he?
The thought occurred to her, first, while she was eating her treat, red eyes drawn across the market to the man as he sniffed disdainfully at the offered reams of fabric. What a rude man! The fabric here was beautiful, dyed in exquisite colors, perfect for embroidery and so soft to the touch - she’d been looking at those fabrics for such a long time, wishing she could graduate from her rougher, practice fabric…
He didn’t appreciate it enough. He didn’t DESERVE all those glittery coins! But stealing was wrong, so she ignored him, just pouted at him as he strut to the next stall.
But her own purse got lighter… all the spending money she’d gotten for her little trip was gone, and still that man was here, sneering at an assortment of jewelry that a sweating cart vendor was showing him. If he was so unimpressed, why was he even here?! What a mean man!
Korin floated closer, half curious what it was he was seeing that made him so disgusted, but all SHE saw were glittering jewels and gleaming metal bands, so beautiful she felt her dislike of the man getting worse and worse.
And really, he was right there… she just. Reached out and- took it. The purse was tied to the man’s belt with a ribbon, and she scurried away without incident, her heart hammering in her throat as she peeked inside. Oh lords! There was more gold inside than she’d ever seen in her life-
“Hey, where did-- who--” A voice erupted from behind her, and Korin quickened her pace, grabbing the purse tightly in her tiny hands. What had she just done?! She was going to be killed - beheaded, her hands cut off! A hand, suddenly, grasped her arm, and she yelped, eyes going wide as she looked up and saw… not the man she’d stolen from, but another man, older and with a grizzled face, heavy beard. His hand was rough, leathery, and his eyes were locked on the pouch in her hands. “That’s not yours, is it missy?” He asked, his voice watery and rough.
Korin shook her head fiercely, shoving the purse forward into his hand. His mustache twitched, and without missing a beat he dropped the purse to the ground and let her go. She wasted no time in darting off through the crowd, eyes watering as she hid herself from the two men.
“It’s right here, ye pompous arse! Ye jus’ dropped it!” She heard behind her. But only after she’d made it home, curling up under her blankets, without any Oban guards slamming down her parents’ door did she truly believe that she’d gotten off without more than a scare.
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