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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:38 pm
Phraktos could tell his words hadn't been received very well when she drew as far away from him as she could. Frustrating was starting to mount inside..and he was beginning to see why most thieves worked alone. Having a second along just made things uneasy, not to mention distracting. Especially when the second was such a beautiful little thing like Izzayne was. he cursed himself inwardly for even letting his mind go there...he was supposed to be focusing on the job.
"Apology accepted." he returned, still pulling them upwards.
He merely nodded at her murmured reply, focusing on what he was doing. Right as he got them to the third floor, and mired the rope to keep the cart from falling she spoke again, causing him to pause for a moment to ponder her question.
"Meeting place...uh...yes. Do you know where the Spider's Curse Tavern is? That's where we'll meet if we get split up. Just give the proprietor my name when you arrive there and he'll show you to the private room he reserves for me. Now..you'd better get out first." He replied, and then pried the small door open as quietly as he could, revealing a marble hallway.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:20 pm
Izzayne remained silent when Phraktos accepted her apology, sparing him a glance when he told her of the meeting place. She knew that place well enough. "I know of it, yes." Was her only reply. Minimal contact seemed to mean that whatever was bugging her about him went down to a subdued, ignorable level. It was still there though. That was enough to bug the hell out of her. Phraktos was very confusing.
"Oh.." She snapped out of her musings when the cart stopped and he spoke, her eyes on the door he pushed open. She maneuvered herself around him, placing her hands on the ledge of the door. Her eyes flicked around breifly, before she crawled out head first, her hands gripping the door to steady herself as she pulled her feet out and stood in the hallway. It was quiet. That was a good sign. She moved then, out of the way of the door and slightly along the door, keeping her eyes darting around, tense.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 5:32 pm
Phraktos was relieved when Izzayne knew of the place, and fell silent as he opened the door further. He shuddered slightly when she brushed up against him as she silently made her way towards the opening. He steadied the platform as her movements caused it to sway back and forth. Thankfully he had oiled the pulley the first time he had used it..otherwise it would have squeaked and given away their position to the guards down the hallway to the left.
He couldn't help but eye her backside, his heart and hormones starting to race once more at the sight of her crawling out of the opening. Gods..was she a knock out! Perhaps if he had met her during a less demanding job he might have made a move on her by now. However it just simply wasn't to be. He needed to stop thinking of her in that manner. If anything should he ever get the nerve up to ask her what he was thinking of, she'd probably knife him before giving him an answer.
Phraktos sighed, frustrating mounting inside. The gods were just messing around with him. Only they would have placed a female of such...physique, intrigue and mindset within his reach only to deny him the chance at actually making their meeting into anything other than a business venture. That was just so damned unfortunate. Though...of course Izzayne probably thought he was just an annoyance and couldn't wait to be able to get away from him.
"Great." He muttered to himself in a subdued groan. Then he steadied the platform as best as he could, bent over and pried the opening up a little more so his larger frame could squeeze through. It was a tight fit, and his shoulders and back scrapped against the wood..managing to get a few splinters of wood into his clothing. He figured a few of them were now in his skin..because his back and shoulders were throbbing slightly. He flattened himself as best as he could against the wall and edged closer to Izzayne.
He drew in a deep breath as he stilled his now racing, over excited nerves as best as he could. The thrill of the job and being so close to danger was starting to rile up his hormones..making him forget some of his earlier emotions and feelings about Izzayne. It was rather fortunate for him, otherwise the job might have gone differently if he hadn't been able to go into his usual mindset.
He cocked his head to the side and then signed to the female thief to follow him before he started creeping towards the treasury room. If the other House didn't show up soon, he'd have to provide the necessary distraction..Phraktos couldn't help but think with annoyance. It would work out...now that Izzayne was with him. But it would also mean much more work for him, since he'd have to create an alternate route through the underdark to evade those who pursued him.
Fortunately he didn't have to become a distraction for as he neared the treasure room, he heard a din come from outside the house. A malicious grin filled up his face as he heard the noise grow and the residents of the mansion start to stir and go to see what was going on. The four guards outside of the treasure room were already casting puzzled looks with each other as they tried to strain to hear what was going on. Finally...the yelling and running began and the three of the guards dispersed to aid the rest of the Household in the fight. The fourth, looked rather pissed that he had been left behind to sit out the fight but apparently knew that one was required to always guard the treasury room.
This was it! The perfect opportunity for him and Izzayne to take out the guard and then get what they had come for. Phraktos pulled his dagger out, fingered it slightly before he dashed forwards loosing the dagger on the unsuspecting guard. The guard was startled and started to cry out only to have his cry cut short by the dagger connecting to his throat, pinning him to the wall. He struggled for a moment, trying to wrench the dagger out while at the same time trying to stanch the blood that was seeping out of his throat.
By the gods! Had they started making guards less destructible than before? Phraktos couldn't help but wonder.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 6:16 pm
Izzayne waited for him to exit, unaware of his previous appraisal of her backside. If she had known, she would have been secretly flattered and not so secretly flustered. Her annoyance with him had...dimmed since entering the thick of this job. Maybe because of the close quarters, or maybe because he was actually useful. She didn't know and at this particular moment, she didn't care to want to know. Not when he senses were sparking on high alert, listening to the distance murmurs of the guards.
"..?" She looked at him questioningly when she thought he heard him speak, watching again in silence as the large drow squeezed out of the small doorway. Her eyes wavered on his shoulders and face, before she turnt away from him and looked down the hall.
Her mind was far from the charged moment in the pulley shaft, more towards listening the the guards and waiting. Waiting for them to do the planned. A shift change was due in five minutes if she was accurate but...she flicked her gaze to the window as the ruckus outside started, pressing back into the shadows casing the wall she leaned against when the house occupants started waking up as they moved towards the treasury.
Her gaze flicked to watch him, allowing a moment of infraction as she thought. Would he want to work with her again...to...she scowled at herself. This was not an excuse to see him again! No it was not! She smoothed her face over as they watched three guards vacate their post to help with the fighting downstairs. Her hands itched to her daggers as she eyed the last with narrow, calculating eyes. He would be so easy to pick off...his guard down..
She started her gaze from the Guard to Phraktos when he moved, her mouth forming a moue before it puckered into an annoyed, childish line. She had wanted to take him out! She watched, rolling her eyes when the guard still stood. She dashed forward herself, throwing her full weight into the floundering guard and knocking him of his feet, landing on him. No good if he went and found someone in this state.
She took her dagger out and quickly forced it up through the underside of his chin and into his skull, holding it there until he stopped moving. She got up and wrenched the dagger out, staring at the blood bubbling from the wound before rolling her eyes at Phraktos, a half grin on her face. "Aim for the brain if all else fails."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:42 am
Phraktos watched Izzayne efficiently take care of the guard, rather impressed in how quickly she worked. A small grin crept onto his face, as she stood up with a satisfied look on her face. She was quite a force to be reckoned with. She might be small, but gods did she move fast! Not to mention that she had been able to take down a guard that was twice her size!
Of course, it had helped that the male had been frantic and not expecting another thief to appear out of the shadows.
"I'll remember that." Phraktos grinned, and then stepped over the fallen body of the guard and, knelt on his knees and placed both hands on either side of the double doors..checking the spells that were in place.
"Give me one second..and I'll have these doors open." Phraktos murmured as he focused trying to remember the correct incantation that his sister Iztheri had taught him. It took only a moment for the words to come to mind, and then he chanted them in a singsong tone; "wlalth lassrinn sinair inlul izin udossa ulu sultha sreen'aur."
The warding spell flared slightly..glowing bright blue for a moment before it dissipated to a very faint color. Phraktos went to work on the locks next, pulling his gold wire out of a pouch and began to pick the lock. Less than sixty seconds later the lock on the other side clicked, causing Phraktos to grin up with triumph at Izzayne. He stood up, and opened the door; pushing it inwards to reveal a treasury room ripe for the picking.
"Time for fun time dear Izz." He announced, glee and enthusiasm lighting up his gold eyes.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:51 am
Izzayne slipped her dagger back into the belt pockets around the waist. She peered down the hall, ears keen as she listened to the noises outside. But past that, she was listening for footsteps leading over to them. Her eyes landed on the guard momentarily, before she turned to watch Phraktos.
"Right." She murmured to him, watching him perform the magic, finding amusement in the voice he used to deliver it. She wasn't so focused magically. She knew very little, having not really been taught much of it. She was more into brute strength, despite disadvantages.
She narrowed her eyes at the flash, her face stoic as she watched him move to pick the locks. Well, this was turning out to be mildly uneventful. Excellent, it would be easier to get a decent price if she wasn't aggitated by the item itself. Ruled by her emotions mostly, was Izzayne. Her blood sung in excitement and greed when the door was pushed open and her eyes clapped on the sight inside.
"Excellent." She murmured, slowly picking her way over the guard and into the room. This was the climax of the job, the heavenly level.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 12:16 pm
Phraktos joined Izzayne inside the room, his eyes darting over the piles of gold, jewels and armory trying to pinpoint just where the narcotic might be hidden. Every now and then he would pocket a small item that caught his fancy, but kept an careful eye out for what the drug might be stored in.
After a few moments a large chest hidden out of sight in the corner of the room, beneath a table caught his sight. He immediately made his way over to it, and grunting slightly maneuvered it out from under the table.
By all appearances it seemed like the most unlikely of places..being so old and worn looking. However...unlike a lot of the other boxes and piles of items it didn't have any dust on it at all. Which meant it had been disturbed recently. He hoped that it didn't mean that the narcotic had been moved at the last moment.
He was rather relieved to find that the trunk was locked up. That problem was taken care of within a few moments with the help of several of his lock picking tools. He was gestured Izzayne over, figuring that she would want to see it when he opened it. She would need to take hold of it if it was inside and immediately vacate the area. He had already decided that she would be ignored more so than he would be. Plus..he really was itching for a good foot race with the guards that he knew would be showing up here soon.
"Shall we open it together?" He asked, feeling genuinely curious to see if she would agree.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:58 pm
Izzayne glided her hands over a few pieces, storing some she found personally intriguing and others that would sell for a nice price. If it was there, why not take it? She didn't do looking gift horses in the mouth. Her eyes darted around, sweeping across the room in search of the Narcotic. Her pockets nicely lined, but still no sign of the Narcotic on her side of things, she turned to Phraktos.
"Ah." She said in slight triumph when she found him with the trunk. This was it! It was clean, a sign of recent use and it was an unlikely place in all accounts. She moved over and crouched down next to him, her hands on her knees as she centred her weight for balance. Her eyes greedily took on the chest as anticipation thrummed through her being. Finally, this was it.
Her eyes darted to the open door when he spoke, her expression once again brooding, this time tinged with thought. Yes...that sounded good. She shifted her knees down to meet the floor for balance, her hands gripping the trunk lid. She looked to him with a genuine smile and nodded. She was listening out still, but this moment needed to be savoured.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 5:23 pm
They grasped the front side of the heavy lid and lifted it slowly..the rusty hinges groaning in protest as they shared overjoyed and excited expressions with one another before they finally peered inside the chest. Almost immediately a confused look flitted across Phraktos' face as he stared inside the chest. He slipped his free hand inside, and started to mutter to himself as he brushed the wads of cloth and paper around inside to see try and find the narcotic.
There was nothing there but the pieces of paper and cloth. Phraktos cursed, and felt like throwing the heavy chest across the room in frustration and anger, but restrained himself. He didn't want to give them away. Instead, still muttering curses in a rather angry tone, he shuffled to his feet and kicked the chest rather savagely with his foot. The kick only did more harm to his foot than he had intended causing him to curse yet more and hop around on one foot for a few moments.
After the pain died down to something more minimal a rather eerie look came into his eyes. He wanted revenge...he wanted to cause pain and hurt to those of the House who had made their mission a bust. A plan began to formulate in his head, causing him to cackle in a derisive manner...making him sound as though he had gone mad.
"I think," He paused, and shot a look over at Izzayne for a moment and then continued his little speech. "it's time to make them suffer for this. What do you think?"
Without really waiting for her answer, Phraktos began to pull things out of his pouches..explosive caps, wires, nails, all manner of sharp objects and began to work on one of his famed booby traps. Oh..this one was going to be big! And cause a lot of pain! He couldn't help it but to cackle at the imagery that entered his mind when he pictured what was going to happen to the next people to enter the treasury room! Oh how he wished he could be there when it happened...that would be glorious!
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 5:37 pm
Izzayne's enthusiasm died, the bitterness she felt transferred to her expression as she stared down at the uselessly filled trunk. Her hand still propped the lid up when Phraktos stood, steadying the trunk when it slid back a little as he kicked it. Her hands grasped the papers, searching for a map or directions...something to lead them to the narcotic. Only...rushed instructions of some sort, it could make some sort of disgusting cake for all she knew as she tossed them back in the trunk, the bitter taste on her tongue becoming more pronounced.
She turned a sober gaze to him, her mouth puckering out to show her disappointment as it did usually. She watched him, not even answering to his words. Instead, amusement smothered her annoyance and she couldn't help but grin as she watched him work. Oh dear me, this would be utterly laugh-worthy wouldn't it?
"Only.." She said, rising to her feet, dusting her stocking encased legs off. "....If we stick around for the main show." She continued, giggling a little at the cackle he emitted. He was such an...amusing oaf!
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 5:48 pm
Phraktos was nearly done constructing the booby trap when Izzayne finally replied. He couldn't help but turn and grin at her. "Oh totally. I was thinking the same thing..now let me see..I need some sort of paper to finish this. Hand me some from that chest would you?" Phraktos asked, looking up from his work.
While he waited he let his eyes wander around the room for a safe hiding spot where the two of them could watch the unfolding chaos from the booby trap. His eyes lighted up when he spotted the small opening in the ceiling..and fortunately for them there was already a table right underneath it! What luck for them.
"We can hide above in there." Phraktos told her pointing to the small opening. "Proving that it's big enough for the both of us to fit. We'll check it out after I finish this and plant it in the proper place."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 5:55 pm
Izzayne stood back and watched, leaning against a nearby table. She blinked when he addressed her and stooped down, tugging the lid of chest up again. She grabbed a few sheets of the paper and walked over, handing them to him. "Good, it doesn't count if we can't see it work." Maybe after this she could go out and get a few drinks, drown her disappointment. Maybe. She didn't know what she would do. It depended on what mood the trap put her in after it was set off.
She turned her body and gazed up at the spot he told her about, nodding. She looked to him once before wandering over to the table, pulling herself up onto it before standing on the slightly rickety furniture. She poked her head in the hole and looked. There was enough room if they squeezed. Her heart picked up when she thought on that, especially if the same air from before invaded. Her cheeks burned and she knocked it on the head, turning while standing on the table to watch him again.
"It'll be a little tight, but manageable." Izzayne said, hands placed on hips in a relaxed pose. Now she hoped someone would come along quickly after this was set.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 6:05 pm
Phraktos took the papers from her and was going to stuff them inside the booby trap, the papers would cause a loud popping sound when it exploded..causing the recipients to probably urinate themselves thinking it was actually a bomb. This caused him to laugh at the thought. Only...he didn't end up putting them inside the booby trap when he recognized writing on one of the wadded up pages. He frowned and flattened it out across one knee and examined it.
What he read caused his eyes to go wide. "Izz...it's here. On the papers! This is a recipe for the narcotic! Only...this piece only has the name of it and what specimens the ingredients come from. The rest of it..must be in the chest! We're going to be rich!" He exclaimed excitedly dashing over to her and grabbing her and swinging her around happily. "Grab the rest of the pages that have writing on them and stuff them down your shirt! and hand me whatever rags you can find. We'll still do this booby trap! To imagine..I almost blew up the recipe! That would be been horrible!" He said with a frown on his face.
"Uh..do you still want to watch the explosion or get out of here with the papers and leave them to be surprised by it?" Phraktos asked, turning to look at her. "I mean..we could still stay and watch if you'd like. This particular booby trap will be wicked when it goes off." He added with an evil gleam in his eyes. He hoped that Izzayne would still be up for watching..he was.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 6:17 pm
Izzayne had gone back to inspecting the duct when she heard the sound of unrumpling paper. She peeked over her shoulder at him, hands placed up in the duct as if to pull herself up when he spoke. She double took, eyes wide. "What?!" She exclaimed, staring at him as if he had two heads and fifteen ears. Good god! They were so close to blowing them up too!
She was taken by surprise when he rushed over, stepping backwards on the table to get away from what he was planning. Only he grabbed her and swung her around, her arms secured around him and a startled sound escaped her mouth. What the hell?! Her brows knitted together and pulled down. He was bold, her cheeks were bright red by now, she could tell that much. "Yes, Yes, you're happy! Now get off me you oaf!" She said, squirming to get away.
She stared at him then, before rolling her eyes. "Of coarse I want to see! We need to celebrate this, don't we? What better way to do so?" She asked, with a slight smile on her lips of coarse. Happiness was Happiness.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 6:32 pm
Phraktos was so happy he didn't take any sort of affront at her calling him an oaf. He released her immediately and went back to quickly finishing up the booby trap. He stepped back and waited for her to retrieve the papers before he started to rig the chest with the booby trap. It didn't take him more than a few moments to affix the booby trap inside the chest, with the trip wire attached to the the lid so that when one opened the chest the thing would go off and spew nails and pieces of metal all across the room.
Once this was down, he peered out the door and listened to the continued noise of battle going outside the House. He frowned..it sounded as though it were dying down and that soon someone would be coming to check on the treasury room. He grabbed a few more handfuls of items and stuffed them in his pouches before he made the finished touches on the booby trap...pulling a few loose papers to hang out side the top of the lid. That should get whoever strode through the door to go ballistic and to immediately try to check out the chest.
After this, clambered up in the table and managed to open the metal grate that was over the opening and get it open without much difficulty. Then he pushed himself up on his tiptoes and grasped the edges and pulled himself up inside the small opening. He was rather relieved to find that it had been bigger than he had thought..they'd be close enough but not over cramped in the smaller area.
"Give me your hands, I'll hoist you up." Phraktos told her, with one of his signature grins. This was probably the most he'd ever grinned in his life..and it felt good.
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