The Heist [ closed ]

When was the last time she had been in a proper town? It seemed like forever ago. People here didn;t know her face, her true name, or the blood that stained her hands. She had left those lands far behind, changed her name, changed her look. Yet even still, whenever she saw people going about their everyday lives she was absolutely seized with fear, unable to speak, to move, to do anything, like a doe caught in a trap.

The only exceptions were kindered souls, eyes that silently cried, bodies and minds aged beyond their time like her. With them, and only them, Aiko could act, could comfort and be of good cheer, like she used to so often be. It made her feel alive, feel whole, less broken than before she had met them. Yet in the end her kindered souls always left her alone, helped and full, ready to take on the world alone.

But then she was left, empty and broken once more for their loss.

So even though she feared people now, feared being found, feared being dragged back to the jelous lords dungeon. She forced herself to be social to find those who needed her, to find those who could fill her empty heart, even if the encounter was breif, being able to feel alive, for a day, an afternoon, even an hour, it was all she knew.

So she was nearby when chaos broke out in the local market, all she saw was a whirl of black, screaming and shouting, and an urge she couldn;t deny, an urge to run, to follow. Feet pounding on the ground after the mysterious figure, knowing only the compulsion, the need to catch him.

She saw her chance when he ducked into an alleyway, and she followed him, he couldn;t move as fast among them as her, she was slimmer, nimbler, even for an elf, and had the bonus of having grown up around them. So once inside it was easy to keep him in her sight.

"What did you do?" she asked quietly from where she stood, only moving forward as necessary to keep him in her eyesight and in hearing distance of her voice.

Aiko stared at the elf as he stalked over to a nearby door and smashed it open like it was nothing. Okay, so definately don't get physical with this man, he will own you, and you don;t need that right now Aiko, just, try to talk him down, you're usually so good with words.

She didn't have time to think of what to say though before he was wielding his sword and storming up to the petite fae woman, who just watched him calmly. She was petite and he was mighty, but she had lost everything and did not fear death, so though she was not a death seeker, it was rather hard to intimidate someone whose only loved ones were awaiting her beyond the stroke of a sword or a swim to the depths.

"Put that thing down before you hurt yourself," she stated with a roll of her dark orbs as she watched him, gently running her hand up the blade and pushing it downwards to face the ground, her eyes remaining focused on the man in front of her.

The shouting words told her he had stolen something, or at least tried to. What he stole wasn't obvious though, most of his equipment was well worn and old, like he'd been wearing it for awhile....maybe it was just food then, she could relate to that. She had been destitute and she had been opulently rich, now she had a skillset that let her get by comfortably, but one never truly forgot what it was like being on either end of the spectrum.

"How about, instead of doing an obvious ploy, you take me with you? If they find us I can use my magic to blind them long enough for us to escape," she stated, exceedingly reasonably sounding for someone who currently had just gotten a sword pointed at her.