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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 2:21 pm
His hair was a great length wasn't it? Kyil swished his fingers through the long white locks and attempted to twist his hair up high on his head. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem for him...for normally he'd have had pins and a brush and a mirror. He fretted about loose hairs and unsightly bumps forming when he tied the sash in place. He did tie it up though, as the walked along, with a twisted look of vexation to his lips. His hair really was quite long...he supposed someone could easily grab it. Oh his poor hair!
It was partly ironic really, Mikaril's lecture about distractions and Kyil was really only half listening as he played with his hair. He tilted his head a little towards Mikaril as he spoke and flexed his fingers through his tied up hair. With it parted in two he could use the length of sash as a third section and simply braid it back. That would look rather fetching in his minds eye! "Of course Master Mikaril. I understand." He half listeningly replied. He did hear it of course. But they were currently not on a 'pull' so he did not believe that such keen focus would be required...right?
Or perhaps it would be? As Kyil tied off the end of his brain he turned his pink eyes to blink at Mikaril. He seemed to...know...that he had not answered his question properly. Or in part. Perhaps he was slipping up on his front? The thought that perhaps he was loseing his skill to properly appease others was a bit frightening!
"It...is not as that Mikaril." He tried to explain while spreading his hands palms upwards with a slight shrug to his shoulders. "It is just..well. I did not properly define my question. That is all. So it was my fault of course. Your answer was very helpful and insightful and I thank you for it."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 9:24 pm
Mikaril allowed himself a small sigh as he continued to walk. "I'm glad it was insightful, but now you've got my own curiousity aroused as to what you did mean, and I would very much like to know so I can answer you properly. I don't mean to drag it out of you like this, but I'm afraid it'll be the only way to do it, since you don't like running the risk of displeasing me." He figured that Kyil wasn't wanting to trouble him, but this time he was going to demand it if he must.
He saw one of the entrances to the marketplace, and nearby was an inn with a faded sign hanging above the door and racious laughter leaking out through the dingy windows. It looked like a good place to snatch up some loose change at least, or some minor to moderately vaulable trinkets. But he didn't want to so much as formulate a plan without making sure that Kyil was ready to go along and do his part. Not that he doubted Kyil's willingness to help; he had that kind in spades. He just wanted to get that little matter cleared up first. If anything, it would ease his own mind, and he did hate distractions that one couldn't remove easily, like mental ones.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 9:48 pm
"Ah...very well then." Kyil sighed softly and paused in his stride. Whatever Mikaril wished he certainly would do his best to please after all. he spread his hands a little before him with his palms open and bowed his head slightly to the other. "I had meant back in the market place, I had never considered hos strange I must have looked dressed as I had until you began to speak about others. And stories and believable excuses. It made me wonder what sort of fool you must have thought I must have been, as well as my actions following our abrupt meeting."
Kyil turned his head slightly to the direction a good amount of noise was coming from. His pink eyes flickered over the building, then turned back to Mikaril.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:56 pm
Mikaril chuckled then as he thought he was finally getting what Kyil had been referring to. "Are you afraid of not being convincing enough when the time comes for you to sell your story? Don't worry; you'll do fine. Just keep your mind open, like a bag full of stones, ready to just reach in and pull one out when the time comes for you to do so. But you shouldn't have to here."
He looked at each window until he spotted one on the second floor. No light was visible, but it looked as though the ratty drapes had been messed with, so it probably wasn't vacant. He pointed it out to Kyil and explained his reasoning. "Now when we get up there, quiet is of the essence, so we're going to have to rely on sign language once we're at the window. Watch for warped floorboards; walk on carpet if there is any, and avoid the bedside; I'll take that area because it's one of the riskiest. Are you ready?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:53 pm
Kyil's face heated with just a very faint blush and he tilted his head in a almost shy gesture for a moment. "I am sorry Master Mikaril. I will keep your instructions in mind though and do my best." His eyes followed the shift of Mikaril's gaze then, as he attempted to discover how it was he was going about picking out their target. When it was he did finally select a window, his attention turned to ways they might reach the window. They were going to climb up right?
"Yes Mikaril." He automatically responded. Silence. He could definatly do that. The rest of the tips that Mikaril passed along to him he tried to ensure he would remember well. "Should I check any furniture there might be other then the bedside then?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:24 pm
Wondering not for the first time if he would ever get used to being called 'master' by someone, Mikaril nodded and whispered one more thing as he did a few small stretches to limber up, gesturing for Kyil to do likewise. "Yes; if you can get them open quietly, look in drawers and closets. Search also in coat pockets and travelling bags; some travelers do not bother to unpack as they are just passing though. And should the robbed wake, concern yourself ONLY with escape."
Not waiting for Kyil to argue that particular matter over with him (and he was certain that given the opportunity he would have), Mikaril dashed across the street like a flickering green-tinged shadow and soon had his back the the wall of the inn. He turned and using part levitation and part knowledge of hand and footholds, he soon found himself landing lightly on the section of roof in front of the window. After making sure that Kyil was keeping up, he slipped through the open window and into the relative darkness of the room. He grinned as he caught the tell-tale whiff of cheap wine and acrid perfume; an almost sure sign that the occupant (or occupants) of the bed would slumber a bit more soundly than normal.
He tiptoed silently over to the bedside table and immediately saw the glimmer of jewels lying there in full view, still carrying a bit of heat residue from the neck that surely must have worn them. He flexed his fingers, then carefully lifted a stunning, if a bit gaudy, necklace and pendant. His eyes fell upon a small wooden box lying by the unlit candle, its only ornament a few stray drops of wax. He reached for it, but paused momentarily and turned his head slowly to see how Kyil was getting on.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:53 pm
Kyil wanted to argue. His lips parted a little..but...Mikaril was already gone. Off like a dart and leaving Kyil behind. He hesitated of course. his head twitching back and forth to ensure no one would see him as he followed Mikaril's path.
Actually...his heart was pounding fairly hard by the time he reached the wall. His pink eyes were just a touch wider then normal. Unfortunatly he did not have the merit of levitation that Mikaril did, and so his climb up the wall was far slower. Kyil, despite knowing he ought to move quickly, focused more on moving silently. A clunking scrambling thief was sure to catch more attention then a slow and silent one right?
By the time that Mikaril had turned to check on him, Kyil had only just reached the window. he hooked his arm through the opening and with a look of concentration pulled himself through. Fortunatly he was not out of wind, despite how quickly his heart was still beating. Kyil quietly crawled into the room so that when he looked up at Mikaril he was litterally on his hands and knees. A wide smile broke out upon his face, lighting it up as he felt he surely had successfully entered the room quietly enough...even if it had been rather slowly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:15 pm
Mikaril smiled widely back at Kyil as he saw him there. It didn't matter to him what position he had made his entrance in; some drow couldn't even muster the skill to enter a room quietly. He made a quiet, non-impatient motion to the travelling satchel propped up against the dresser, and he turned back to the night table. Pocketing the necklace, he reached for the box. Unadorned as it was, he was curious as to what it could contain.
He carefully picked it up and peered at it, puzzled by its apparent lack of lid. He thought he saw a spot that looked like a crack in the wood and he carefully began to ease his fingers into the crack with the intention of prying it open. Suddenly, he heard the tiniest of twangs and felt a sudden sharp jab on his finger. Startled more than hurt, Mikaril managed not to let the box fall, but he set it back down gently and immediately began to suck on his pricked finger, feeling his cheeks burning. What an idiot! If he wasn't accidentally drowning his victims he was falling for the old 'poisoned tack attached to a spring in the plain innocent-looking box' trick.
Hoping he had gotten enough of it out, he lef the night stand, not without a little desire to happily thrust his dagger into the bulging sheets, and decided to assist Kyil with the emptying of the drawers. He got Kyils attention and gestured with his fingers that he had found all that was on the table to find. And more, he thought grimly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:31 pm
Once he was within the room, he followed Mikaril's gesture and he crept his way over to the satchel. Well..he was skilled enough with his hands to have a light touch. Still, Kyil was quite careful as he started with the smaller pockets. He figured, since their theft would be quite obvious, there was no reason not to just take it all out one piece at a time. So...gradually Kyil emptied the satchel. There were packs of some ugly looking bar that kyil assumed were food rations. Various instruments for setting up a camp. Look at that! Kyil paused a moment to twist and turn what seemed to be a odd sort of compass. He was certain it was only pointing at one thing but...he wasn't certain. He pocketed it merely for the sake of amusement, Rope...rope...a spike trap...more rope. Odd...Kyil had never seen rope that was made of black leather and...metal spikes...wait...
Kyil's head tilted as he partly untangled the rope. After a few moments he realized that what he had pulled out of the sack was -not- a clump of black shiney rope...it was a body suit...sort of...it was made of knotted strips of black leather and small metal spikes circled the..erm...chest area of where a feamles clevage sould have been. Kyil stared at it blankly for a few moments....
then he slowly held it up against his own body. He tilted his head to one side, peering down at the outfit with a strange look on his face.... it was when Mikaril made the motion to get his attention that he looked back up. Quickly he wadded the outfit up and shoved it under the pack. His pink eyes guiltily wide as he signed back he had not found anything of interest yet in the pack.
Kyil quickly returned to searching the pack, though with a bit more haste. In the end he found a pair of small gemstones in the bottom of the pack...under a painfully tight looking thong that he refrained from touching. Pulling the gems out, he motioned for Mikaril and merely held his hand open for a appraisal.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:49 pm
As Mikaril began to carefully pull open the first drawer, he chewed his lip to keep from chuckling at what he had seen. Kyil, holding up a warrioress' outfit, looking like a dainty little shopper out to buy some clothes. It was too much of a coincidence; choosing the pink slave girl outfit was one thing, but choosing a female's warrior outfit, with no daintiness about it whatsoever.... It seemed as though his dear friend had a taste for feminine clothing.
He was amused rather than repulsed, and all he could think of at that moment was that now, disguise-wise, Kyil could easily choose from both sides of the wardrobe. Still, he mused as he carefully sifted through loosely folded rough-feeling garments, he DID have a certain dainty quality about him that hinted at a female anyway. And the getups they could have! Why, with Kyil as a female, they could take turns being master! He flinched then, thinking how odd it would look if Kyil was dressed as a female yet continued to call Mikaril 'master'. They were going to have to have a talk about that when all this was done.
Trying to ignore the fact that his pricked finger was beginning to throb, he gave his hand a small shake and continued to root through the door. Finding nothing, he moved on to the next drawer without hesitation.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:32 am
Mikaril had taken care of the bedside table, and he had taken care of the pack. There was only the drawers that Mikaril was going through and..ah! The cloak that was draped over a chair. Kyil quietly stepped over to the cloak and he began to lightly pull on the fabric. He heard a small chinking sound, and he winced, his eyes flicking over to the bed first, then to Mikaril when the occupant did not move. Obviously...searching a cloak was harder then a pack.
It was when he peered over at Mikaril that he had spied the small hand shaking the other had done. Had he pinched his finger on something? Kyil motioned for Mikarils attention, then signed to him questioningly 'Are you well?'
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:20 pm
Mikaril saw Kyil's fingers motioning out of the corner of his eye, and he paused for an instant, both to direct his full attention to the signing, and then pondering on how best to respond. He didn't want Kyil worrying about something that might wind up being nothing. He liked to think he had gotten enough of the poison out that he would only have minor discomfort for a while. He carefully withdrew his fingers from the drawer and signed back 'A scratch from a nail in the box. It had a bit of poison on it. I got enough of it out; do not worry.'
He turned back to the drawer, but as he felt his fingers touch a softer garment, something suddenly gave a jolt inside his mind, like someone had given his ears a good boxing. The spring-loaded nail in the box, the battle clothing Kyil had held up to himself; this was no drunken fool slumbering away too much drink. He felt the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, and the slumbering (WAS it slumbering?) figure in the bed seemed all the more ominous. Yanking his hands out of the drawer as though he had touched something hot, he gave Kyil's sleeve a small pull and signed rapidly. 'We have to leave. Now.'
He turned to the window and had taken only one step when suddenly a light burst forth; a stinging, purplish light that caused Mikaril's eyes to tear up, despite him shielding his eyes with his arm. He heard a sizzling noise that instead of fading, penetrated his ears with a persistent hum. Blinking tears out of his eyes, he looked about him. Surrounding him on all sides was a cage that seemed to be made of purple lightning, shaped like a cage that held some exotic bird. He groaned aloud, not worrying about noise anymore. He should have known from the moment he saw the clothes that Kyil had found. They had been attemtping to rob a female, and an obviously crafty and powerful once.
He looked around the now brightly lit room to where Kyil was. He spoke rahter than shouted, but his voice was thick with urgency."Kyil! You must get out of here! Hurry!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:01 pm
Poison? Kyils features pinched as he looked over at mikaril. There was no such thing as 'got enough out' when it came to poison.The reason poison needle traps had so little poison on the tip was because they didn't need anymore. They were all potent and...there was no way Mikaril could have gotten it all out. he would need a Anti-toxin for certain. He was about to sign back such, when mikaril turned and tugged on his sleeve. Perhaps hehad come to his senses? He seemed to have a urgancy now that Kyil certainly agreed with! they needed to leave and to get him a cure. Thankfully they had found some things they could surely pawn off for the a vial.
When the light came, Kyil reeled away. His arms lifted to cover his eyes against the sudden bright flare. It took him a few moments to recover, by which time he heard Mikaril's command for him to hurry and leave. Dropping his arms, he squinted painfully at the bright electrical purple cage.
"I...I can't leave you master!" He responded with a rather desperate note to his voice. Such noise...he assumed the sleeper in the room would waken now to see what she had caught. Kyil stepped forwards, a desperate sense growing within him as he looked up and around at the cage. What should he do? What could he do!?
Like some individuals, Kyil acted without thinking. He reached out to one of those sparking bars and grasped at it. He wanted to grab it and pull it away. Jerk it away and open! Thus was his thoughts as his panicked heart thundered in his chest. Now...normally thois should have lent for a slightly amuseing zap, holw of pain, and scent of burned flesh upon contact.
This was not Kyils case.
As his hand came in contact with the magical energies of the cage, he was not seared by it. Instead...it bent and pulled and... clustered around the hand that grasped the bar. As if the spell were being reversed, the room fell into a much more pleasent darkness. The sound vanished and Kyils hand felt a tingleing and pleasent warmth settling all the way into his bones. Kyil looked down at his hand and..
"Goddess Bless..." He whispered softly. he had a sense of understanding? A cage spell? Activated by... well...he didn't know that much. But he knew the spell. He held the spell... Was this what mages felt like?
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:36 pm
Partly out of fear and desparation and partly out of that strange feeling you get when you know something won't work but you try anyway just for the sake of trying, Mikaril reached out with his un-pricked finger and poked at one of the crackling bars of the cage. It let out a deafening pop, and he was soon jumping back and shaking his hand. Sticking the slightly crisped finger in his mouth, Mikaril shook his head at Kyil. "Better one of us escape than the both of us be caught! Remember what I said, about escaping!"
Mikaril cried out then as he saw Kyil reaching for the bars of the cage. "Stop!" he called out, reaching for Kyil's hands in an attempt to push them away, but it was too late. He watched with his mouth hanging open as the cage seemed to implode, and sink right into Kyil's hands, which now seemed to be grasping air. Mikaril reached up a hand and felt the air around him, almost expecting to encounter more sizzling magical energy, but there was.......nothing.
He looked at Kyil with eyes as wide as a rat's. "The Hell.....?" Before he could elaborate, the bedcovers seemed to explode outward, and there stood a very large and very angry-looking female. She stood there in all her brazen just-awakened nakedness, screeching in fury. She pulled what appeared to be a pulsating dagger from beneath her pillow and crouched down, like a hunting cat, muscles rippling, ready to spring on to two impudent intruders.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 9:09 pm
Kyil remained standing with a look of perplexed confusion upon his features. He did look up though, as Mikaril would begin to exclaim. it was almost comical really, the manner the two of them looked at each other. Fortunatly they had a rather angry and overly naked female to break the staring contest they were locked in.
Kyil turned to look at the formidable female. His heart pounding so hard in his chest he felt as if it would just beat right out! He was aware of Mikaril at his side but...he did not turn his head to see what his master was doing. Inwardly a tiny part of him whispered 'At least this isn't your fault!' but that really did little to make Kyil calm.
As the female crouched down in her defensive pose, Kyil already knew he would only be a hinderance in the fight to come.
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If there was a fight. he still had that sense of knowing...the cage....could he possibly....
"Master Mikaril sheild your eyes!" Kyil whispered, with a hint of shake at the tremble in his voice. Kyil brought the hand before him that he had touched the cage with..and made a series of bat quick fluttering gestures. A word that Kyil had not been aware he knew parted his lips and....just as had occured before about Mikaril a purple lightening cage sprang up about the female.
Her red eyes closed against the unexpected light and her hand rose. "Spell thief!" She declared, with a strong lacing of disbelief.
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