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[randomsbastard]

This place? Its rather...loud.

In that way where there is gunfire going off over there and something burning that way, and in general a market-style-thing going on where the entries are guarded by people with large guns

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[tophat_andtails]

Dodger just...stares. The walk had been hair-raising enough and now...this.

He's used to London being busy, but not in the state of guns going off and things on fire. He looks around him, a hand on his hat to make sure it stays there.

But after a minute, it's not so bad. He's come here to steal. That's something he can do.

'Shoppers. Yeah.'

[randomsbastard]

Martin grins at him, and then casually shoves an elbow into the nose of someone testing the Amberite's own pockets.

"I'll hang around here while you go off and enjoy yourself, a'ight? If you need me, howl like a monkey."

[tophat_andtails]

'Monkey. Righ'.'

He's never heard a monkey either, but that's OK. He'll find him later. Right now, the opportunities to steal are just too good to resist and he doesn't want Martin in his way.

He looks up once, then darts off into the crowd. He's already got his eyes on a few likely looking candidates.

[randomsbastard]

The people here are pretty much human-sensitive. Martin doesn't think that the Dodger is in any sort of real danger (drive by shootings aside).

The pockets are full of things. Coins, for the most part, because nobody could trust paper money in a place like this.

Martin, for his part, sets up in a vacant stall and starts haggling over certain bottles that he's got plenty of.

[tophat_andtails]

The trouble, he finds, with being young is small hands. When there's a lot of coinage around, there's only so much that can be taken at one time. At the same time, it lowers the risk of getting caught, as he's gone pretty much before they notice that the weight of change has suddenly become less of a burden.

Dodger eyes a man peering over a stall about fifty feet away. There's a bulge in his pocket. He isn't sure what it is, but it looks like something worth investigating.

[randomsbastard]

It is, according to Dodger's quick fingers, a silver box with writing of some sort on it.

Martin is engaged in screaming at a guy over prices. Its an education all in its own, sounding something like,

"YOUR MOTHER FUCKED A DISEASED GOAT IN REVERSE COWBOY SO THAT SHE COULD SUCK OFF HER FATHER..."

and then getting nasty.

[tophat_andtails]

The box is already gone from view and he's walking away. Martin actually proves a bloody good distraction, as most people turn to see who's screaming so inventively. Dodger resists and takes the opportunity to steal another few handfuls of coins and a decent-looking watch, along with two silk handkerchiefs.

And then there's that guy over there with a knife in his belt. He kind of likes the look of that. He wanders over casually, pretending to inspect the goods on a grocers stall as he nears, wondering whether Martin's going to scream some more and be useful again.

[randomsbastard]

'Some more' implies that he's stopped...

"TU PUTA MADRE ME LA CHUPA SCREW YOU, YOU THINK I'M GOING TO FALL FOR SOMETHING LIKE THAT? O TEU OLHO DO Cú é TãO GRANDE QUE ATé UMA NAVE ESPACIAL CABE Lá DENTRO!"

The guy with the knife turns to stare at Martin, who is an alarming shade of red, and the woman Martin is shouting out is ecohing him (although not nearly as well).

[tophat_andtails]

Well then, perfect opportunity. He steps close casually and nimble fingers flick open the fastener that keeps the weapon sheathed. Approximately two seconds later, Dodger is walking away, one knife better off.

He scans the area again while stopping at a fruit stall, where he actually buys an apple to waylay any suspicious people eyeing him, although there don't seem to be any. And if another two apples mysteriously disappear while the stallholder's back is turned - well, that's only to be expected, really.

[randomsbastard]

Martin seems to be wrapping up, to the applause of passersby, and he catches the Dodger's eye to see if the kid is still enjoying himself.

A haughty looking woman saunters past, her belt holding a myriad of small pouches and weapons, and Martin's grin turns ironic.

This is, possibly, someone he knows.

[tophat_andtails]

Dodger grin's in return. Oh yes, still enjoying himself. He's making money, after all. But his eyes follow where Martin's go...

...and he's immediately on the case, of course. A woman with that much on her belt? Practically asking to be robbed, in his opinion.

He saunters after her, straightening his jacket and looking for all the world as though he's completely engrossed in tidying up his appearance.

[randomsbastard]

For all intents and purposes, she doesn't notice. She just keeps heading across the square as though she owns it.

Martin doesn't try to stop the kid, but he does make a point (if not a show) of selecting a bottle or two.

Not everything in his kit is poison, after all. There are reasons he tries hard not to drop it.

[tophat_andtails]

Dodger closes the distance with practised ease. Then waits until she pauses for something, seeming to be distracted. There's a group of people coming past and he takes his chance, moving in and reaching for one of the pouches at the side of her belt, remaining behind her at all times. If she turns, he'll try and disappear into the crowd and hopefully she'll never suspect it was him.

[randomsbastard]

"Well, hello, jail-bait."

It is the Dodger's lot in life, it seems, to be dangled by super-strong people. This is the point where he also gets to find out that the woman with all the weapons has teeth like a rat.

She's grinning at him, you see.

[tophat_andtails]

He...wasn't expecting that. There's a brief moment of 'wtf?!' and then he starts to squirm in her grasp.

'Pu' me down! I never did nuffink!'

He'd yell 'help' only there then might be a few unpleasant questions about the jangling in his pockets. He contents himself with trying to both work himself free and look around for Martin at the same time.

[randomsbastard]

He's right behind the...lady...and coughs directly into her ear,

"That's my Rodent, Melanie. Be a good psychopath and put him down before I take out your spine with my bare hands, hmm?"

Her face freezes and she sets the Dodger down slowly and carefully,

"Why, Martin. Its been a while. Last I saw you, you had a shredded stomach."

He laughs, dark and comfortable,

"I got better. Move along, now."

It takes her a moment, but eventually the swagger returns to her stride,

"Ready to go back, kiddo?"