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Iliad smiled as Sabine emerged from the door. His eyes traced her steps all the way from the bathroom until she took her seat at the table. He grabbed his fork and smiled when he heard her speak, "Yes, lets eat." He continued, "I poured you some apple cider, I'm not sure if you're one for it, but its better than plain old water." He took a sip of his own drink and began to eat the food he made.
Iliad continued to eat there without saying another word, not because he was trying to be mean, he was just hungry. He looked up after he was done and realized that they just ate in silence. Feeling slightly bad about it he appologized, "Sorry about ignoring you, I was kinda hungry." He sighed and rubbed his stomache, "I guess I needed a recharge after that partly hellish day we had yesterday." He stood up, grabbing his plate and cup. "It would have been totally hellish, but I met a certain someone that day so I can be too upset." He walked over to the kitchen and put his dirty dishes into the pale, along with the pan and other utensils he used to cook breakfast. Walking to his room he said, "I hope you forgive me for not waiting until you finish, but I've got to take a shower now too, see you in a bit okay." Iliad opened the door to his room and walked through.
He looked around and sighed, he hated getting up early, unless he had too, and from the looks of it the sun was barely up. Before he picked up his things and headed to the bathroom he stripped all loose clothes and dumped them into a hamper. This included his vest, shirt, and pants, leaving him in his braies. He shook his head, grabbed his towel and exited the room, heading for the bathroom.
Iliad stepped in and closed the door behind him. Iliad closed the door not because he was afraid Sabine would come in, in fact it would please him if she did, but he didn't want the noise of the shower to annoy her. Iliad hung the towel on the rack and stepped into the shower. Turning the water on Iliad sighed, knowing it was the start of a new day and began to clean himself with the expensive soaps he had aquired from a linen closet of a noble house.

Iliad was now one hundred percent awake, he was also dripping wet. With a shake of the head to clear some loose water, Iliad stepped out of the shower. He grabbed the towel and began to dry himself. The worst part of the process was his hair, he loved that it was long, but keeping it from becoming unsightly was annoying, as was drying it after it got wet. Once Iliad was dry he wrapped the towel around waist and exited the bathroom.
He saw Sabine sitting on the coutch and smiled, "You look comfortable, thats good, this is your house after all." Iliad said as he went into the room. To his surprise Sabine had made the bed, nicely too. Iliad's version of a made bed was one with the pillows near the headboard and the sheets not too wrinkled. He smiled and began to get dressed. After he was fully dressed he checked out the new belt and leg cape. It would hide his blades and bag of goodies perfectly, the more inconspicuous he was the better, the fact that he was wearing all black today helped with that as well. Before he left the room he went into his dresser and dug around until he pulled out his cologne, the same his father used. Iliad dabbed some around his neck and wrists and shook his head. God, I'm, if I have one sin it must be Vanity... or Lust... I'm not too good when it comes to Greed either, atleast I only have three out of seven... He chuckled slightly, not caring to count how many of the seven virtues he had. After tying up his hair with a black ribbon he exited the room.
Iliad took a quick look around the room and saw Sabine still sitting down. He sat down next to Sabine, putting one foot up on the small table infront of them. "So, do you have any plans for today or are we just going to wing it?" He asked. He didn't want to seem intrusive, but he really had nothing to do. If she didn't want Iliad with her today he could always go out hunting for the princess again, trying to see if he could make some loot off of her head, or maybe give that up all together and stick to robbing nobles, he had more luck with that anyway.

Iliad puckered his lips and hmmed, "Hmmm, so I'm guessing you don't want me to tag along with you, I mean all that sound a bit personal," He cocked his head to the side, trying to remember the exact date of his fathers hanging. He had no idea, infact the memory sometimes had snow, and others it was bright and sunny, the only constants were the actions and the words, the exact setting varried wildly. Iliad looked back at Sabine, she was... leaning into him. Iliad thought it was because she was sad, maybe looking for comfort. He smiled and tried to cheer her up. Iliad reached his hand out and lightly lifter her chin with two fingers, "Hey, cheer up you, don't get all sad so early." He smiled, "If you are starting to feel sad just remember this, I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere soon, alright?"
With that he stood up and re-cracked his joints. "Well, since you're going to have your special day to mope around, I guess I'll go and do what I do best." He walked over to his work table and strapped on his blades and bag of goodies. They were hidden perfectly by the cape, just like he thought they would be. He took a step towards the door and called out to Sabine, "Hey, the key is in my room ontop of the dresser, lock up when you're ready to go." Iliad took another step and turned back once more, "Really though, try not to get too down on yourself, and if you're feeling sad come to the Noble district, I'll make sure to keep an eye out for you." He opened the door and called back to Sabine over his shoulder, "See you soon beautiful." Iliad walked out and closed the door behind him.
Iliad looked around, it felt weird to be alone again, with out Sabine. Iliad tried to shake the thought as he climbed up to the roof tops, but it persisted, a deepening sense of lonelyness. God, since when was I so helpless? He asked himself as he made his way from the middle class district to the noble district. Iliad made it there in no time and looked around, trying to find his next target. Iliad couldn't do it though, instead he sat down and looked out at the sky. Its like I can't go on without Sabine. Her smile, her voice. Her voice is like a beautiful song, and song makes me soar high into the sky! He said, shooting his hand into the air when he thought the word sky. He chuckled and let his hand fall back to Earth. Way to be dramatic there Iliad. He thought, slightly embarassed and thankfull he didn't say what he thought outloud. Even on the rooftops he wouldn't risk someone hearing that the great player Iliad Alexander Bell couldn't get a girl off his mind. Iliad sighed and began to bounce his heel, though since he wasn't standing it was more of a weird fidget.

Iliad stopped bouncing his heel and sighed. "Am I so pathetic I can't go on without a girl?" He stood up, slightly angry at the thought. "No." He said slashing the air with his hand. "I was Iliad before I knew her, I'll be Iliad after she leaves." Iliad picked out a house and set a course for it. "I can't deny I enjoy her company, it is a nice change of pace." He jumped from the edge of the building he was on and caught the window sil of a building quite some distance away. He began climbing up it, "She does not define me though, only I do, me." He made it to the roof and began to run again. "Not my name, not my father, not my mother, whoever the hell she is, and nothing else." Iliad made another unnecessary long jump and caught the railing of a balcony. He shot a look down as his body weight and forward momentum threatened to pry his hand off of the rail and smiled. He didn't feel lucky to make it, it was skill, he aimed for that railing in the first place. Iliad looked back up and pulled himself onto the balcony. "I might sound selfish, but hey, this is my story after all."
Iliad swung open the balcony door slowly and quietly, peeking through. No one was there, he could tell by the eerie stillness in the air. He walked in quietly and closed the door behind him. The soles of Iliad's boots were made from boiled leather, virtually silent, and perfect for this trade. Iliad crept through the house, picking off small things, and putting them into his pockets. He didn't bring a bag, he didn't plan on doing a full blown heist, so instead he stole what was small, and the most valuable things were usually the smallest anyway.
Iliad reached the end of the hall and found himself at the top of a grand staircase. He whistled at the sight of all the marble, Stumbled onto a gold mine huh, gonna have to make a return trip sooner or later. He took a few steps down and looked at the wall the stair case led up to. At the top was a large, marble plaque, depicting this family's coat of arms. It was a shield, and ontop of it stood a lion. Magestic, standing on its hind legs with its paws in the air and tounge out. Facing the opposite way was a falcoln, wings spread. Dividing the two was a sword down the middle of the shild. The rest of it was ostentatious decorations, mostly feathers and wings fanning out to the side. Below the plaque stood a rather large oil painting of a rather young woman holding a rather long hilt. Since the painting was only waist high Iliad could not make out how big the sword actually was, but judging by the hilt he wouldn't be surpised if there was some guy beneath the girl holding the sword for her whille it was being painted. Iliad then cocked his head to the side and smirked, Holy hell, thats the same girl at the restaurant yesterday, the one with all those swords. He shook his head, I guess she is holding the sword by herself then. Iliad was about to turn and continue his raid when he noticed the plaque underneath the painting. It was not as big as the one above it, but it was still quite large. It read: Zellana Garnet Bell, and was framed by the same frilly feathers and wings as the plaque above. Huh, Bell, you don't think... He smiled and shook it off.
Turning Iliad faced the painting and tried to find a resemblence. Same skin tone, he had seen her just yesterday so he knew the painting was recent. She also looked to be his age, had the same blonde hair, and the same half smile. Iliad shook his head and went back up stairs, There is no way, I'm the only child of a thief, and besides, Bell is a common last name. Iliad made his way into the bedroom. Iliad chuckled, the bed was barely made, just a sheet tossed over it to make it look neat, but he could tell by the mountains under the sheets that it was still unmade. He walked around, searching for a jewelry box. Soon enough he found it and began to rumage through.
He pocketed some of the jewels, diamond earings, a few rings. He left the garnets like he always did, a superstition his father gave to him. Just then Iliad remembered the girls name, Zellana Garnet Bell, could dad just have been not stealing them out of guilt? Iliad shook his head and continued to go through. He pulled out a ring that bore the family crest. He left it, not because he felt any connection, or so he hoped, but family heirlooms never sold well. Seeing nothing more of value Iliad closed the box, and put it back where he found it, eyeing the new ring he found, gold with a red ruby stone. He liked it because it had the name Bell engraved along the inside. Hey, her fingers are most likely too small for this ring anyway. Iliad thought as he stood to exit the room, mad at himself for justifying the robery of a ring.
On his way out he noticed something under the bed. He walked over and picked it up, it was a diary. Iliad felt wicked for even holding it but couldn't contain his curiosity. He opened it up to an early page and began to read. "Mother's health is getting worse, I think it is time I asked her my question, before I loose my chance." He flipped a few pages and read again. "I asked, she says my father was a thief, how weird, I always felt like he was some kind of war hero, died in combat, guess everything is not what you think, the great General Bell, had a baby out of wed lock with a crook, I wonder if I'll ever meet him." Iliad dropped the book and could feel his heel bouncing, for how long he didn't know. How can I deny that, same surname, she never knew her father, I never knew my mother... could she really be, but she looks just as old as me, maybe we're twins. Iliad felt his brain start to rattle, God, first Sabine, now oh crap, whats her name, Zellana, right. He stood up and put the book back where it was and left the room.
If there is a God I must have punched him square in the face in a past life. Iliad thought as he made his way to the balcony. He would deffinatly be revisiting this house, just not in the same way he had originally thought. Iliad opened the door to the balcony, closed it behind him and jumped to the next building, disappearing into a maze of roof tops and alley ways.

Zellana looked around, she had just finished her dinner and was pleasantly surprised by how good it was. Saddly she was also lost in the Theatre district. Taking a quick look around she saw something she had been looking for all day, a clothing shop. Perfect, I can order some clothes and call it a day. She thought happilly as she walked into the shop.
A small bell rang as she entered and a few heads turned, she felt like sinking under their stare. It was obvious that Zellana wasn't as girly as she should be, as if she was a boy playing out the role of a girl. Still, she had a right to do girly things like go clothes shoping, even if in the place of her purse stood 6 gleaming swords. She walked around and smiled, finding quite a few things she liked, a red and black dress, a pair of silk gloves, and more. She raised her hand into the air and called for a tailor. She spoke at the pale man came over, "Yes, I would like you to take my measurements and tailor this dress, those gloves, and a few other things, please follow." She began to walk around the store, pointing things out that she wanted, she might not have had many girly qualities, but she knew how to waste money well enough like one.
After she was done she stepped into a dressing room so the tailor could jot down her measurments. She pulled her leather loops off, the ones that held her swords, and hung it on a hook on the wall. It protested slightly but the copper hook would hold. Going to the back she held out her arms and let her mind drift as the tailor and his measuring tape spaned her body, jotting down numbers here and there. Looking around Zellana seen fabrics hanging about, it reminded her of nothing in particular but gave her a feeling of comfort. Knowing what something was made out of was a good thing. A quivering voice brought her back to reality. "Done ma'am." Zellana nodded and replied, "Thank you, I can't wait for it to get done today, but when you are ready please, deliver them to this adress." She wrote down her address on the mans pad and turned to leave. "Have a good day sir." Zell heard the man call out a similar pleasantry back to her. Putting the leather loops back on she left the shop.
Zell looked up at the sky, the sun was setting. With a sigh that turned into a yawn she decided it was time to go home. She walked up to a young woman and asked her directions out of the district and was soon put on a fast track back to her house. She made it there in no time, angering her to no end. I was walking around in circles for hours... She thought bitterly as she headed upstairs to her room. She put up her swords on the rack, not bothering to combine the swords. Zell pulled off her shirt, kicked off her boots and stepped out of her pants. She searched her dresser for a night gown but could find none. "Argh..." She moaned as she grabbed a big, loose shirt she had for just such an occasion. Slipping into her bed she quickly fell asleep.
Upon waking up Zellana went through her morning ritual. She threw her sheet over her bed, and rushed into her bath room. Zellana got dressed in her full Guard outfit. Her greaves and gauntlets, which were engraved with the Order of Light crest, over her regular black, leather pants and white shirt. After her uneventful day yesterday she had hoped she would find a nice battle today. Zell grabbed her swords and combined them into the one Strife, putting it at her back. Zellana left the house and headed to her Guard tower.
At the tower she was given instructions to patrol the edge of the city, where the farms and forest started rather than the usual buildings and houses. She accepted the orders and quickly made her way out to that part of town. Making it there she began her patrol. It was rather boring, just walking around, but maybe, if she was lucky, she would catch someone trying to sneak into the city, or maybe catch a criminal trying to sneak out. Hopefully she would find a rebel and be able to test her battle skills. All those seemed unlikely, but a girl could dream.