The Trickster Walks... (OTA - re-timed to Sunday Night)
The judicious application of a little force would do wonders for some personalities. Trickster's in particular, Loki felt.
Finding out where Annatar did his work was a small matter, using Gabriel's face to ask around oh-so-casually.
So when 'Loki' tended The Inferno, a small, secret portal from one end of the village to the other got 'Trickster' inside the forge with none the wiser.
A mousetrap-based device went into one of the tool-drawers, arranged to be least-likely to damage elegant and talented fingers, but ready to go off when the drawer was next opened. A little Rube Goldberg, but when the snap hit, glitter would explode around the person who next pulled the handle. That was the easy part.
A little mental nudge to one of the greedier (ooc: NPC) forge workers had encouraged the man to try his hand at getting at the jewels. The attempt failed, naturally, but let the Asgardian know where they were ensconced.
Now 'Trickster' popped open the container from the inside with the judicial use of force he'd had planned and prepared.
A moment later and the valuables within ... were no longer within.
In moments, they were scattered at the bottom of the duck pond, and 'Trickster' walked away from the angry Ira, whistling tunelessly.
Finding out where Annatar did his work was a small matter, using Gabriel's face to ask around oh-so-casually.
So when 'Loki' tended The Inferno, a small, secret portal from one end of the village to the other got 'Trickster' inside the forge with none the wiser.
A mousetrap-based device went into one of the tool-drawers, arranged to be least-likely to damage elegant and talented fingers, but ready to go off when the drawer was next opened. A little Rube Goldberg, but when the snap hit, glitter would explode around the person who next pulled the handle. That was the easy part.
A little mental nudge to one of the greedier (ooc: NPC) forge workers had encouraged the man to try his hand at getting at the jewels. The attempt failed, naturally, but let the Asgardian know where they were ensconced.
Now 'Trickster' popped open the container from the inside with the judicial use of force he'd had planned and prepared.
A moment later and the valuables within ... were no longer within.
In moments, they were scattered at the bottom of the duck pond, and 'Trickster' walked away from the angry Ira, whistling tunelessly.