eswareinmal | Some say you're trouble, boy, just because you like to destroy

Characters: Ginia Solana and YOU
Open? Yes!
Where: All around Schwanheim
When: Day 17th, afternoon
What: Ginia goes on a stealing spree
Warnings: Possible violence and language?

Ginia was on a mission, if a mission could be considered the utterly selfish act of robbing Schwanheim blind. At the start, things were almost utilitarian; she only stole useful things or things that could be given away to others less fortunate. A bit of honorable Robin Hooding. Now? Deep in the clutches of the necklace, angry at her friends for trying to stop her, and needing to feed that increasingly difficult fix?

Oh, it was on.

Like many people looking to feed a fix, caution was abandoned. While she still kept to the shadows, stealthed around when she could, shadow jumped as necessary, she was striking in the day now. It was the same as always; get into a house or lift an item from a stall, get away, drop off the item somewhere safe, hit the next target. But now she needed more expensive things, more rare things, shinier things.

And woe be to anyone who dared get in her way or tried to stop her.

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She pays Cade just enough attention to make sure he's still unaware before she considers the rest of the room. Tempting as the sword and armor are, she's learned quickly some items are too difficult to conceal and carry. The amulet is too gaudy for even her tastes and the risk of waking him up isn't worth it.

The hat is a bit silly, though slightly stylish, but the guitar and the contents on the table? Perfect. She slowly sneaks her way over to them, scooping the coins into the pouch first, pausing to make sure Cade is still asleep. When she's in the clear, she takes hold of the iron ball with the intent of moving it into the bag as well.

[As she picks up the iron ball, it shifts and wiggles for a moment, as if containing something alive... or as if IT itself is alive. The orb sticks to her hand, and the smooth iron surface changes to look like a hundred bands bound together to make a ball.]

Dammables. The second it wiggles and sticks to her hand, Ginia knows the seemingly innocuous item was truly magical in nature. She tries to shake it off, but it only agitates the bands more. Truly, it's an ingenious sort of thing, perfect to hide in a box of treasures or next to valuables. Most people would shift it aside or take it along and thus be snared.

Ginia wonders where she can find one.

[The ball suddenly seems to turn almost liquid, as tendrils of flexible metal slither like snakes up along Ginia's arm and down her body as quick as lightning. They wrap themselves into tight bands around her ankles, calves, and thighs, binding her legs together, as well as around her wrists and elbows, locking them uncomfortably behind her back! The bands then turn back into the very solid and strong iron!]

Well. Fuck. Ginia goes crashing to the ground as she's wrapped up in iron. Forget the bag. Her first order is to find a way out of the bonds and away. Inching her way closer to the bed, she gives the bed leg a few strong kicks. Hey, wake up.

Cade already woke up a bit when she crashed loudly to the ground. When she starts kicking the bed, the naked idiot stumbles to get up, steps on her, then trips and falls to the ground.

"Ow! What the hell?"

Ginia winces when she's stepped on, but that is the sort of risk that comes with laying on the floor and waking someone up. She eases herself into the best sitting position she can muster and looks hopefully at him. Yes. She was caught. She's learned her lesson. Now let her go so she can shadow jump onward?

The naked bard gets back to his feet, touches his amulet, and mutters something. The jewel light up, bathing the room in a soft green light. He looks around and spots Ginia, bound in iron at the foot of his bed.

"Well... hello again."

Cade groggily looks about.

"Arghhhh.... were you trying to rob me?"

She nods. There's no point in denying it. Her head tilts toward the metal bindings and she shrugs a little. Some help?

Cade just gives her a 'shame on you' look and goes to put some trousers on, talking to her as he pulls them on. As he does, she may notice he also has a spade tattoo on his ass. (Why is this guy so into spades?)

"You know, you're lucky I'm a champion of Idamra and not of Veritas or one of the other more... severe religions...

Are you injured?"

Whatever champion he is or whatever order he follows, Ginia doesn't care. If she wasn't under the effect of a cursed necklace, she might be a little more interested in the different religions, but right now she wants to get free. She's never liked being restrained anyway. Too many bad memories.

At his question, she shakes her head.

"If I set you free, are you immediately going to flee?"

She shakes her head.

"If you are lying to me, I'm not going to give you another chance in the future."

Cade frowns, and turns her onto her belly. He touches his hand to the band around her wrist, mutters something under his breath, and the bands suddenly slither back into a perfect orb again in Cade's hand.

Ginia tenses as she rolled over, but as she's wrapped up in iron, she really has no choice. When the iron is off of her, she sits up and slowly stretches out. Then she stands and nods her head at him before she signs, /thank you./

Even with the amulet, there are still plenty of shadows to work with and almost lazily, Ginia gets to her feet, stretches again, then steps back into the nearest shadow and disappears out of sight.

Hey. She didn't flee immediately.

Cade sighs. Another shadow dancer? It seems like just yesterday one was trying to murder him and his friends. Oh wait, that was yesterday.

"What a shame. I kind of liked her."

Cade searches his belongings to see if anything is missing, locks his door and his window, casts a couple spells, grabs his rapier, and goes back to sleep with weapon in hand.

Edited 2012-09-03 03:56 (UTC)

Some say you're trouble, boy, just because you like to destroy

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