and so the manhunt begins!
Who: Anyone who wants a piece of Tricks! Talaeu gets dibs on his face, though.
What: On the dawn of April First, there are objects missing of great importance to everyone, and Talaeu is terribly, terribly pissed off about it.
Where: Ground floor, or wherever Tricks shows up.
Rating: PG-13. I foresee language. :D~
Talaeu had woken to feel something missing beneath her mattress. Her daggers' weight had always been a constant since they were forged, whether they were strung to her waist, under her bed, or in her hands. True enough, they were gone, replaced with a key she had never seen before.
She had stood in her room for quite some time, standing still and silent and wondering where the hell they might have gone. No one knew about them, besides anyone who had seen her upon her arrival to the bar. Talaeu had been so quick to get them out of sight. After all, if she were to be there forever, she might as well cover up the not so pretty parts of her past and start anew, her daggers included. But they were gone, and after her shock passed, she knew exactly who had taken them.
"I've always hated thieves who are impolite," she hissed under her breath, slamming her door behind her to go in search of the little boy downstairs.
What: On the dawn of April First, there are objects missing of great importance to everyone, and Talaeu is terribly, terribly pissed off about it.
Where: Ground floor, or wherever Tricks shows up.
Rating: PG-13. I foresee language. :D~
Talaeu had woken to feel something missing beneath her mattress. Her daggers' weight had always been a constant since they were forged, whether they were strung to her waist, under her bed, or in her hands. True enough, they were gone, replaced with a key she had never seen before.
She had stood in her room for quite some time, standing still and silent and wondering where the hell they might have gone. No one knew about them, besides anyone who had seen her upon her arrival to the bar. Talaeu had been so quick to get them out of sight. After all, if she were to be there forever, she might as well cover up the not so pretty parts of her past and start anew, her daggers included. But they were gone, and after her shock passed, she knew exactly who had taken them.
"I've always hated thieves who are impolite," she hissed under her breath, slamming her door behind her to go in search of the little boy downstairs.