Curiosity kills the cat? But what about the mechanic? [OPEN]

[the_katals]

Characters: Kiros Seagill and whoever else wish to join him!
Content: A lone officer of the Victoria II wandering the streets of Kropmork at night? This surely can't lead to anything good...
Setting: The Streets of Kropmork-Nahk
Time: Around late evening, probably 9pm or so.
Warnings: The dangers that Kropmork is known for?

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[owe_ya_one_pal]

No one had noticed the man skulking around in the shadows yet. No one noticed the quick, darting motions he gave as he followed his pray. No one noticed the flash of a small knife in his hand. And he was going to keep it that way. Hiding it among the folds of his cloak, the random stranger stepped out into the sidewalks, his head low, his arm ready. The man he was following was going to be easy. Easy money....and easy prey. He wove up through the crowds, soon trailing the dark skinned man closely. Close enough. The arm not holding the knife darted out to grab the man by the waistband.....but he'd barely gotten his fingers around it when he was suddenly thrown sidewise, body checking a nearby wall.

See....no one had seen him. But he hadn't seen Gumshoe.

[the_katals]

"I suppose it's not so bad here..." Kiros sighed wishing he brought that map guide with him that he left back on the ship. "It's just a little dirty here, I suppose." None of the cities he ventured too back in Ivonia where like this, especially not Bellicus. Despite being a bustling city equal and even greater than Kropmork, at least Bellicus wasn't hardly as filthy as this sordid little rat's den!

"Ah well, different cultures..." He mumbled before he felt someone tug at him. "What the-" Just before he could whirl around and knock whoever the hell it was grabbed him, Kiros found himself staring into the face of a familiar helmsmen! "W-what?" Kiros blinked his eyes for a moment, really not expecting to see anyone from the ship in the city this evening.

"Gumshoe?! What are you doing here?"

[owe_ya_one_pal]

To be honest, Gumshoe really wasn't paying much attention to Kiros. And it was as such that Kiros got to pay just alittle bit more attention to Gumshoe. Or rather, an entirely new Gumshoe that so far, no one had seen on the ship.

He had the man pressed by the chest, one massive hand plenty enough to compress the man's chest enough to cause some serious discomfort. The mugger struggled, and in that struggle, the knife slid free of it's pocket, clattering to the ground with a metallic ring before one tattered boot stepped squarly over it, rendering it harmless to both the crowd and the little dog at his feet. And still, Gumshoe didn't let him down. That grin was gone. And he just -stared- at the would be mugger. Stared, and pressed.

[the_katals]

"HEY!"

He rushed over to stop the lieutenant from allowing this nasty encounter to get even worse! From what Kiros could tell when he saw the mugger's knife fall to the ground, Gumshoe may have just saved this fool thief from one nasty black eye from Kiros. "I guess its true what they say around here..."

The mechanic mumbled in disbelief, rather thankful that the helmsmen was nearby to stop this jerk. "Let him go, alright?" Kiros smiled worriedly at his fellow crew mate. "No need to use more force and necessary, I am quite sure buddy here got the message!"