Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: Dirty Laundry
Kithran skidded to a halt back at the top of the rope. Aranwen and Mosic had begun their run, away from the majority of clacking bones now examining the piles of flesh Kith and Ch’dau had prepared for them. Kith reached for the rope, her immediate instinct being to slide down and catch up to them, but they had a plan. She was to meet Ch’dau here, and then they would join the others. On her own the plans were always to just not be seen, nothing real like these she had made with infiltration companions, and she supposed she should stick with it.
A silver gleam finally caught her eye and she looked up in time to see Ch’dau sliding to a stop on his padded feet before her.
“I didn’t know if I should go or…” she nodded to the rope, and to the lithe and small figures racing away from them.
“You did well, kibibi,” Ch’dau grinned, and she returned the favor.
“I did do well, it is a shame you missed it, though any chance to eye the carnage you wreak I am also reticent to miss.”
He gave her an appreciative chuff and slipped the knotted rope from its mooring, and held out an arm, inviting the thief into his embrace, “Come,” he rumbled, “let’s not waste time.”
Kith looked below, then to the arm extended out to her, and her eyes lit up once more, “Thanks for the warning this time,” she grinned, jumping eagerly into his arm and wrapping her own around his neck for support, while his secured her close to his side.
He leapt off the side of the wall and that stomach twisting feeling of falling engulfed her once more as they dropped to the lawn below. Kithran tightened her grip to brace herself as the ground rose up to meet them, but the impact was far less jolting than she had imagined it would be, and even the Kazari seemed hardly affected by it.
“Next time we fly out of a window, Samuel, do that instead.” Kith hopped away from him and he nodded to the figures of their compatriots, “Go, they’ll need you once they are inside. I will deal with whatever comes from the bone-creatures and be at your side, again, soon.” She nodded back and threw the dark hood over her head before bolting low and silently in the direction of the others.
Their plan to distract the skeletons had worked even better than she could have hoped, though how long they would be distracted by the corpses, only time would tell. Kithran spied the two in the shadows of an outbuilding ahead, and picked up her pace at Aranwen’s gesture to join them.
“. . . despite how different he appears to our eyes,” the bladesinger was saying as the thief approached, ”his heart is not so different. The very first words he spoke to me were in concern of a life not his own.”
“No,” Kithran whispered, “they were for a far greater life indeed,” and her bright grin in the darkness told the Cidal all he needed to know regarding that comment, “The kind-hearted kitten will be on his way shortly,” she added moving to examine the building they had found their brief refuge beside.
“Kitten?” Mosic pondered as the thief slinked by him in her hooded examination, “I thought you were the kitten, Kithran?”
Her face tilted back as she looked up toward the top of the building, Kith’s only response was the briefest scrunching of her face before leaning around the corner. She leaned back and into the other two, “There is a door on the side wall here,” she whispered, pulling her lockpicks from a small pocket, “Shall I?” And before either could respond, she was around the corner, crouching down so as to be as small as possible in her long frame, before slowly and methodically placing her picks into the lock and getting to work.
There were many things Kithran enjoyed and things she was good at, but this was at the top of both lists. Always. She had grown up in Coria taking everything she could; she had made her way around Ertain for years reliant solely on her ability to swipe precious and unsavory items; she was here in Sendria to steal the lives of wretched people. And now, click, she would be taking whatever might be interesting inside this outbuilding.
Kith looked around, ensuring there were no bone-addled monstrosities ready to leap onto her, and nodding to the bladesinger glancing at her from around the corner, she subtly pulled the door to the dark room open and slipped inside. It was crowded, with racks of weapons and various tools lining the walls, and scattered abandoned about the floor. Upon first glance it was all much less interesting to Kith than she had hoped, until her eyes settled on a chest at the far end of the room.
"Kithran," the Sylvari voice called from behind her in a whisper, "please be quick, they are losing interest with those bodies."
"Not to worry," she said, her eyes steady on the chest as she pulled the lockpicks free once more and bounded over to it.
((OOC: I'll leave the skelly sitch to yous for now, but she'll hop into the fray when it starts to get hectic))
By now it was all instinct. There were few locks she had not seen or felt by now, and even fewer that could make her sweat. This one was no different. In general, locks safeguarding chests could be a little more tricky than a standard door lock, but that only meant a little more time and care was needed to coax them to her will. If she had patience for anything, it was the thrill of that last, click.
Kithran lifted the heavy lid, while the sounds of shuffling around her began to fill her ears. Inside the chest were some rags she could not discern and did not want to touch, using the tip of her new dagger to remove for her. The chest contained more weapons: daggers, shortswords, a pair of interesting blades she had never seen the like of, but nothing truly to pique her interest. Though perhaps the others would find something worth their while..
She left the lid of the chest open, the rags disheveled beside it, and made her way back to the entrance to see what the others had gotten themselves into.
Posted on 2019-12-12 at 10:39:42.
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