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Post by Accalia et Hart on Jan 1, 2006 17:10:40 GMT -5
The buildings soon became extravagant and large, the bricks were made of marble and there were rose bushes and beautiful gardens and sculptures everywhere. Stopping around the back of the house, Hart nudged his fingers inside the cracks of the bricks and brought himself up, climbing on the marble rectangles to reach the large, lattice-covered window above. He quietly drilled a small hole with some odd sort of machinery that he had hidden in his back pocket. The luna moth that was his summon flew to the hole, squeezing through and flying inside. A few moments later, the pale green creature fluttered it's way back out through the small hole, twitching softly. "Ah, good, they are all out except for the house maid, that's a spot of luck, eh?" he said with a smirk to the other thief, drilling a hole by the lock. After that was done, he put an odd sort of tool in there that bent around and into the lock, it looked sort of clear and hazy, like blackish-purple smoke. The lock clicked and Hart pushed the window open and climbed inside.
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Post by elz on Jan 1, 2006 17:51:58 GMT -5
Cocheta followed him in, she kept her stance low, so as the risk of detection was lowered. out of her head, morphed two fox ears, listening out for anyone who might be coming. For that was one thing she feared in particular. This whole thing was crazy to her, she barely knew this man, and she was already trusting him on a mision.
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Post by Accalia et Hart on Jan 6, 2006 21:24:03 GMT -5
The luna moth summon thief looked around the room, it was large and painted like with autumn scenery. The walls were painted with golden maple leaves, the draping around the window and bed matched. The bed posts matched as well, it was rather pretty, and the pieces of artwork seemed to be rather important (after all, they had golden frames). After seeing the already large amount of riches in this room, his eyes seemed to widen and glitter softly. I would compare this to a fat kid in a candy store, but that would be overly-clichéd and Hart seemed even happier (maybe it was because he could actually run and grab without having so much blubber around him). He walked over to the golden armoire and opened, finding clothes of different styles, colors, and types. He grabbed them all, heaving them over his shoulder.
"Oh, we've hit the jackpot! And I call that," he pointed to a rather ugly looking sculpture of an odd creature of some sorts, it looked absolutely horrific. "Anything other than that, feel free to take."
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Post by elz on Jan 11, 2006 15:48:30 GMT -5
She looked around never had she ever stepped inside such a marvel of a home, and felt honored, to be in its presense. But felt better to steal from it. "I should probably find some new clothes..." she looked arond the place, at the wall carvings and the wonderful furniture, this was like shoping. She came across a jewwelry box, and felt her ear, two holes remained when she had had them pirced in one ear, but had lost the earings due to a small accident. She swiped a couple of silver hoops that fit nicely in her ear. She soon found herself going for the wardrobe. She could put together a comfortable flexible outfit with all this. And so she had chosen what she wanted. She did not feel the need to take more than this. She walked up to the Luna moth summoner. A small pile of cloting in one arm, her good one. "I'm uhh....Sorta done here..."
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Post by Accalia et Hart on Jan 18, 2006 20:53:46 GMT -5
The summoner turned around, a large pile of items in his hands. He nodded, grinning brightly at her. "Well then, I suppose our work here is-" and before he could finish his sentance, the maid stepped in and screamed. Now, a normal maid would've probably ran and hid, or be tied up and begging not to be hurt. Unfortunately, this is Bellesang, where even the maids have their own soul sewns. This woman's happened to be a very nasty donkey. The creature charged foreward, kicking and biting, making wretched noises that sounded like a demented clown laughing. It made a bite for the luna moth, but the dainty creature flew up and out of harm, leaving the two abled-bodies to defend. Hart hit the creature over the head with a rather elegant feather fan he had stolen, the thing obviously did no more than make him see a star or two then charge ruthlessly.
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Post by Adrienne |!| Seraah on Jan 19, 2006 21:17:12 GMT -5
She watched from outside a window, grinning lops-idedly with a raised eyebrow. Her youthful, lanky body was hunched slightly on the lower roof of the next house over to watch the fight; nearly chuckling out loud when a amn hit the donkey over the head with a folding fan. Red-tinted brown hair resettled after she shook her head ruefully, still watching from her handy position above the houses. A steady wind blew by, causing her to reach up and clamp several thin fingers about the ditry black hat she usually wore. Frowning, she tut-tutted and stood, stretching before crouching, and leaping. The jump brought her alongside the window that had been used to peep on those within, hands firmly grasping the uneven stone jutting from the surface to pull upwards, until sitting on the window pane and grinning at those inside, having dropped from above.
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Post by elz on Jan 21, 2006 4:12:02 GMT -5
She was taken aback by the donkey-like maid. She knew she had been entrudted unto this man, and was therefore entitled to protect her new partner in crime. Eyes narrowed to slits as she made her focal attack point. Making sure any clothing wasn't loose, she dropped the clothes slung over her arm, and ran at the maid, but about 4 meters off, she went into two foreward flipping , and on the last one , a precise aim of the foot shot a kick just below the womans chest, into her solarplexix, which would have her passed out, or at least helplessly winded. Fingers reached up and pushed a strand of hair from her eyesight. "let's go."[/i]
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Post by Accalia et Hart on Jan 24, 2006 18:13:28 GMT -5
Thief nodded her way, jumping out the window rather... ungracefully (he'd have been a bit more elegant with the landing, if it did not include the possibility of the demon ass, ahem, donkey, nipping at him). He landed in a tree, rather confused himself, but shook that off and jumped out, waiting for his new literal partner-in-crime. As he stood below the window, he noticed from the corner of his eye, a lanky woman. Disregarding her further, he began to hurry off at a medium pace, knowing that Cocheta would be able to catch up to him with ease. He must've looked bizarre walking about with clothes in his arms and a few feathery items and a sculpture or two.
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Post by Adrienne |!| Seraah on Jan 24, 2006 18:20:04 GMT -5
She coughed and laughed, smiling lop-sidedly still as the thief went flying out the window and into a tree with his 'precious' burden of clothing, and riches. Peeking inside the window, the girl yelped and pulled back as a very angry donkey tried to bite her nose. She shook a finger at it and smirked, climbing off the windowsill and dropping straight down for, oh, about a foot, and sat down, swinging both legs as she had earlier.
"Can't get me now you ^*$#!!|"
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Post by elz on Jan 28, 2006 12:36:59 GMT -5
Cocheta was already out of the window and folowing her new partner, she gave a small nod at the stranger who had jumped in the window shortly after she had left it. small pile of clothes was slung over one arm. Foot over other, huffing of breath as tthey seemed both siolent as they made away. Her stormy eyes focused only on the road ahead, and so did her mind. Things could o nly get better from here, couldn't they?
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