04-06-2016, 06:21 PM
(03-13-2016, 11:54 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: And he opened his eyes with a yawn before sitting up. Geezus, he'd fallen asleep there. Plus the bread was gone, probably some grubby streetwalker. "Ahhg." He slapped his hand softly across his own face. How had he fallen asleep mid-thought? Obviously there had been no guard. But now how would he find information on Sandrise or Zeurei? He doubted that anyone even the guards, or security, whatever they were would have any information. And with Zeurei unlikely to interact with most anyone... Wonderful. He stood once more to his feet stepping out to the edges of the street as a large vehicle of some sort shot down the path, causing various onlookers to leap out of the way to safety. It left his sight spinning for a moment before he shook it off. Well, that was a close one... Well, no information, no way to get information... He shrugged throwing his hands up. May as well. And he lurched into a soft run down the street after whatever it was as a loud crash rang out with thick acrid smoke thrown up in the distance, absolutely ignoring the possibly injured bystanders that lay strewn about on the path. Looked like disaster. Smelled like it too.
///I'll currently stick to a partially unapproachable story until my character has developed enough to even try interacting. I'll use the *Infinite realities claus, to go on without disrupting other people, while being able to read and be read by people so that everyone can get more used to my... Odd, writing style. So that when I finally do join in. It won't be a mess of "fuck you"s and nothing else going two ways since people here don't really know me all too well. Haven't been here for 8+ odd years like most of the other forums I've frequented in the past. And it's time I started acting like it. Or at least trying. My words carry little weight without others to support me, I am not an elder here.
Footsteps, padding rapidly down the street, on top of the occasional body. He showed so little regard for anyone else: a solid minute and a half, and he stopped, his feet sliding a few inches before he settled to a halt. The smoke hung in the air, in the distance one could hear the padding footsteps in unison. He only had a few moments. The motorized carriage vehicle sat on it's roof four bodies lay inside, two struggling to get out, one partially lain inside the fires that threw up the smoke. He drug the moving ones out relatively quickly, especially by his skinny frame's standard of what he should even be able to do. And then he crawled down in there himself. A soft glow of something like a blue spark, then he stepped out carrying a couple bags and darted off into the nearest alleyway. Making an unseen taunting fish face as the emergency services arrived behind him. He was sure some individuals had seen him. But that was the easy part.
The alleyway sat quiet, nobody had chosen to chase him, nobody had come looking for him. It was too easy, but it also hadn't been any sort of lead. At the least though, it had left him finally with a link here. He left the bags sitting at the side of the alleyway as he held up what spoils he'd mustered from them. Some data chits, a few personal notes from the original owners, and a few small cards with no writing on them, but a magnetic slip along one of the longer edges. And these few objects disappeared among his thin robe. And he began to walk away once more as other alley-way travelers quickly made the bags disappear, for lack of a better word.