forum No Mourners, No Funerals {open!}

Started September 05, 2018 by @PuffPoff

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Caspar walked down the streets of East Stave, looking, watching. He spotted a woman headed towards the Finacial district, struggling to carry numerous parcels and her purse. Caspar quickened his pace to catch up with her. Once he was a few paces behind he quickly dropped the pressure of the air, causing the wind to pick up and whip his dark hair around, and causing the bag and parcels to fly out of the woman's hands. It was a cold night so the howling wind did not seem suspicious, and Caspar's bright smile as he stopped to help the woman pick up her things did not either. "Let me help you with that," he said as he gathered her parcels, using them to shield his hand from reaching in her bag and taking her wallet and a small bag that felt full of kruge and jewels and slipping them into his coat. He smiled and handed the woman her things. "This weather can be crazy. Have a nice night." She smiled back to him and thanked him as he walked off into the night, pockets full.

Isla watched as a well dressed man strolled towards the entrance of The House of the White Rose, a Mister Crimson mask covering his face. He seemed rather fit and could defiantly take down someone as small as her, but she didn't want to use her powers as a heartrender to steal from him. Causing someone's pulse to slow down or snatching the air from their lungs is useful, but not for pick pocketing. Isla wasn't about to choke someone so she could gain a few kruge.

A girl with startling blue eyes and the tattoo of the dime lions strolled the streets. He could tell she was here for the same reason he was. She looked alert and keen but he knew if he was careful and timed it right, he would be able to dupe her. Caspar saw her head towards a man wearing the mask of the madman and fell in to step behind her, watching, waiting.

Desdemona walked up to her mark with the flirtiest smirk she could muster. The lowcut dress she wore hugged her curves, and though it made her feel like a cheap lay, it did its job. The man was obviously interested as she sauntered over, even allowing her to lay a hand on his arm. Perfect. She stretched up on tip-toe to whisper in his ear, cursing her height for the hundredth time that week.

"Why waste your hard earned kruge on a pleasure house, She crooned, hoping she came off as sexy and not creepy "when a fine man like you could enjoy my company…elsewhere? At a much-reduced price, I assure you." The man looked interesting, bidding her to lead him. She could barely keep the predatory smirk off her face. Once they reached a more secluded alleyway, she pulled out the gun she'd been hiding in her garter. He paled immediately, but she paid him no mind, already rifling through his pockets. She withdrew a large wad of kruge with a bright smile.

Deciding that she was done for the day, Isla left her post. She would go home empty handed yet again, and it was all because she wouldn't hurt someone for their money. Not even some stupid Mercher she didn't know with a Mister Crimson mask. "Mother, Father, pay the rent." She muttered. If only the coins they threw were real. Isla thought as she walked down the streets of Ketterdam, her coat wrapped tightly around her.

Caspar watched as the girl walked out of the alley and down the street. We waited, seeing if she would go back to the Dime Lion residence or find another victim. He trailed her, being sure to stay hidden within the crowds or the shadows. While he waited, his hands found their way into pockets of the unsuspecting. Everyone was enjoying themselves immensely and did not worry about the unknown hands in the crowd that would rob you blind.

Desdemona stuffed the wad of kruge into her garter along with the gun and began prowling the streets once more, searching for a suitably lusty man who wouldn't suspect that she was about to rob him. The first man had almost enough cash to tide the boss over for the day, so she'd only need one or two more marks until she was home free.