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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 11:01 am
She made sure to stay well enough away from anyone's hands. Kalli hadn't liked it earlier when her shackles had been seized upon. When things settled down and Ouen was back at her side she smiled at him and gave a nod. "Sure." Not that she was overly thrilled with the idea. After all from what she'd heard just in the last hour or so, this wasn't the person she wanted to meet. For now she would have to rely on Ouen. Both that he would have her back and that he wouldn't let anyone sell her. "I'll keep my end of the deal then." That of course being that she would work to pay his kindness back. It might take a while. That she was sure of, but Kalli was confident that she could do it. "Just out of curiosity.. what's the hierarchy of the group?" More to the point she wanted to know where her savior stood and if she was in danger of being claimed by someone higher up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 2:38 pm
The bandits loaded up on what loot they had already taken from the caravan, while others tossed out whatever was left (their search having been interrupted by the discovery of the chained Oban girl. Once that was done with, they started trailing off into the forest, although some of the ones who had been particularly vehement about selling the girl off stuck around to keep a watchful eye on Ouen.
By this point, many of them knew that Ouen was not always apt to follow Talin’s orders to the letter, not when he had other ideas.
But in this, he supposed he had no choice. They started off after the rest of the bandits, the girls’ chains making a rather sad metallic sound as they moved. Shenandoah, recognizing this sound as something out of his own childhood, let out a soft whine as he stuck close to the girl.
“Talin’s in charge. An’ he’s got a couple’a close seconds -- these two --” he gestured at the big leaf woman and another shifter, “-- and some others who ain’t here. I ain’t anybody, really, but I don’ take kindly to bein’ ordered ‘round to do this or that ‘f my common sense says that ain’t the way to go. Most a’ the others, they solid scared of Talin. Me, not so much. If he got a problem with me, he done best come an’ talk to my face about it.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 3:48 pm
So her rescuer was a nobody in the group. And yet, others seemed to listen to him. Kalliope looked around at the others before her eyes came back to rest on Ouen. She gave a half smile before speaking. "Well, don't take this the wrong way but.. I'll be sleeping with you to make sure no one tries to sell me in the middle of the night." How long that would last she didn't exactly know. She had something else to think about. If this Talin guy would try to do something. She was going to need to get her hands on a dagger at least. Or something pointy to defend herself with. "Anything I should be particularly concerned about?" Kalli asked as she stayed close to the shifter. She did her best to keep her chains quiet but really they rattled all on their own.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 9:54 am
Had Ouen been a particularly prudish sort, the girl’s comment about ‘sleeping with him’ might have sent him blushing. But the fact of the matter was, Ouen had grown up without caring very much about where or in whose company he slept. This, after all, was a man who had grown up with no home but the canopy of Jauhar -- and, to look at it plainly, her decision to stick close to him was probably a sound one, given the interests of some of the other bandits in the group.
“Just Talin, really. He ain’t… he ain’t so stable, if you ask me. He got some issues. I mean, we’s all got issues, you an’ me an’ anyone’s ever done lived, but… well, between me an’ you, I just wouldn’t trust ‘im with much, y’know? But n’less you got no other options, don’t cross him. You don’t gotta be nice and sweet -- me, I don’ take in for playin’ sweet to folks I ain’t sweet on -- but keep from bein’ sour if you c’n manage it.”
“What’s yer name, anyway? ‘m Ouen, as you done heard. This here’s Shen, the radaku. I reckon maybe if you’re feelin’ tired you’s can hold on’ta his back an’ rest your chain ‘round his shoulders. He don’t like chains much, Shen don’t, but I gotta feelin’ he understands that you’s don’t either.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 10:07 am
If this guy thought Talin wasn't so right in the head then she would have to work on avoiding him. At least as much as possible. Since she was basically going to be the shiny new toy that was brought in there was no escaping notice. "I can manage that." Kalli was sure she could at least keep from seeming like she was going to scratch someone's eyes out. Well, maybe. Ok, so she might have to work on that since she wasn't used to dealing with criminals. When she was asked what her name was the small dancer hoped no one had heard of her family. They might not be high society types but her family did have some money. "I'm.. Kalli.." She didn't lie. It was what most people called her. But it bothered her that she didn't show Ouen at least a little bit of trust. "Well, it's Kalliope, but please just call me Kalli." Maybe he'd understand that she didn't want her real name tossed around by the bandits. One of them might know too much. Her red eyes fell on the radaku as Ouen mentioned that she could rest her chains on the animal but she shook her head. Even she knew beasts didn't like chains. Her mother was a beast tamer. "No, I'm fine. I don't want to stress Shen out." Kalli also had an idea for getting out of the chains. "Doesn't anyone in your group know how to pick a lock?" She inquired.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 8:17 am
Heras Box wrapping this one up 'cause i wanna get Ouen grown ASAP. B) let's rp more bandit stuffs once's he's grown tho! lemme know if you wanna add a concluding post or not. ow o
From looks alone, he might have figured Kalliope to be some shrill and screaming damsel -- as others he had met decidedly were -- but the events of the day had revealed her to be something else entirely. She was, for sure, as pretty and light-handed as a screaming damsel, but she had kept her head on straight through all the goings-on, and now she walked beside him with an impressive sort of confidence, given the fact that she was being marched into a den of thieves. Ouen sorta liked her, he decided. She had all the spirit of the best Obans, and little of the vain arrogance of the worst.
“None in this bunch. This ‘ere’s only a small group of us, an’ we tend to specialize more in the… armed robbery division, I s’pose. But camp’s not so far, an’ we have some of ‘em nimble-fingered types, dontcha worry ‘bout it. Someone gotta bust the locks on ‘em chests we took off your… benefactor, anyway.”
He shrugged lightly, hefting his lance and striding confidently ahead of the bandit group.
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