Chel was bored. She was inside a building that didn't seem to be in use any more, but was plenty warm - which was why she was in there. She was sitting on a bench in a room that was nearly empty aside from various forms of seeting and two empty bookcases thrown in the room at seemingly random places. Yeah, it was kind of ugly-looking, but that wasn
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The door leading into the building flew open rather abruptly as a young man zipped inside, slamming it shut behind him as voices could be heard approaching outside. He quickly pressed his back against the door, listening intently as the sounds drew near.
"Where'd that bastard go?" "That damn thief, he's gotta be here somewhere!" "He must be hiding around here...!"
The young swordsman, Guy, grimaced slightly at those words. He hadn't stolen a thing; all he'd done was accept some food from a stranger who noticed he was hungry. He didn't know it was stolen until he was halfway through eating it! But they would hear none of that, and, well, here he was ( ... )
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He stared blankly for a second. "El Dorado? City of Gold? No... no, I've never heard of it." he admitted, arching an eyebrow just a little. "What's wrong with it?"
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"Well, there's nothing wrong with it, really. It's just... Well, for one thing, you can't really change who you are there. I mean..." She pursed her lips slightly, trying to figure out how to explain. "You're born in your position and you're pretty much stuck in it. Besides, it's just... Boring. People don't come. People don't go very often..."
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Something about her wording piqued his curiosity, though. "So... you're stuck in your class, right? Then, Chel, um... what class were you, in El Dorado?"
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"I was poor. I..." But no. She was going to leave it at that. For now, at least.
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"So, there was no way for you to make any money, there?"
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Then her laughter died away and she frowned. "Well... I never... Nothing really worked out, I guess, I mean..." she trailed off with a shrug.
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"... Um, if you don't want to talk about it, or something like that... it's okay. I understand." he offered, "I'll just... uh, stop. Talking, I mean."
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"No, it's..." She shrugged. "I am - was - a thief."
And now all she could do was wait for his reaction.
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"Oh, um. Look, that's... uh, I mean, stealing is... it's not like what I said about brigands, because...!" He pressed his face against the palm of his hand, groaning quietly. "... anyway, I don't mind if that's what you are."
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And then he kept talking, and her eyebrows raised in curiosity when he said it wasn't like the brigands. Well, that was good, at least.
"Alright, then," she said with a smile once he was done talking.
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"I... well, I know a few thieves. They're still good people." he tried to elaborate, scratching his cheek, "So, uh, being a thief by itself doesn't make you a terrible person. Um. That's... all."
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"Yeah. I know."
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"G... good." This conversation was going nowhere fast, and even he could tell. "So. Um. Since I'll be following you anyway, was there anything you wanted to do?"
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