Necessity Forces Action [Open]

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For Casey, it was a stroke of luck that she found a town after days traveling through the woods, living off of berries and heading away from any human-like noises. There was a sign near the outskirts, probably the name of the town, but the letters were just foreign symbols to her; useless and incomprehensible. She didn't need to know it's name, but what it could offer her. Gold, clothes, oh, and food; food was definitely high on her priorities list. Being a slave, acquiring all of these items would probably be a life-threatening ordeal. She was scared, that much was certain, but she was feeling the excitement that always came when she was about to steal something. It was an addicting feeling that probably made her sloppy, but it made her feel good, and Arceus knew she needed some kind of happiness for once in her miserable life.

The market was crowded and bustling like, well, a market. Casey felt at ease among the crowd, just another dirty beggar for the self-important snobs to overlook - it suited her just fine. Casing the area was a matter of seeing which merchant was more occupied with hagglers, which stall the guards were watching the most attentively, and how stocked the stalls were. Before she knew it, she'd started towards a small fruit stall run by a bony little old man struggling to make peace between two men arguing over... something or another. There were enough apples to not notice if one went missing, and for once, Casey felt confident that she could get away with stealing from a stall this time.

Casey tried to be discreet, wandering with the aimlessness of a child towards the stall. As she passed by, she turned, reached up from behind her back, and plucked the first thing she laid her hands on before walking away like she was an average citizen, rather than someone who'd just committed a crime punishable by mutilation. A several agonizing seconds, Casey couldn't keep herself from tensing in anticipation for someone to grab her wrist and loudly proclaim her a thief, but such a thing never happened. Daring to look back, she saw that the old man had given up trying to mediate the argument between the men, and he didn't even look her way. She'd gotten away with, she'd gotten away with it.

Wanting to enjoy her prize in peace, Casey left the market and headed back to the forest. (This ain't gonna fill me up. Gotta go back sometime later, see if I can't get me som'ore.) She lamented, cursing the nobility because she needed to curse somebody. Once she felt clear safer in the town's outskirts, she took a large and messy bite out of the apple, then another, then another. She didn't care about the mess, she was hungry, and this apple was delicious, too delicious to last for very long.

When the apple was crunched down to it's core, Casey grimaced when her stomach gave a protesting rumble. (Nothin' makes you shut up. Stupid stomach...) There was nothing to do but head back towards the market and filch something else so that she could actually sleep well tonight. What could possibly go wrong?

[Fenrir]

Derrik was an orphan, and a thief. He was born and raised in the slums of Vertrock, and he knew how to keep to himself. unfortunately, he wasn't a very good thief, so he was starving. As he slipped through the outskirts of the town, looking for a mark, he saw a young boy messily eating an apple. How wasteful! He decided he was going to take that apple for himself!

But before he could slip in and grab it, the boy took a final bite out of the apple and tossed the core to the side. Derrik frowned, but stubbornly decided to stick with his plan. he would steal from this person to make up for the wasted apple!

Derrik began to walk up behind the older boy, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. His feet were rapped in cloth, because his shoes had fallen apart, and the cloth padding made up for his lack of skill. As he came up along, he watched for his opening... He'd have to be careful, he didn't want the mark to make the wrong move at the wrong time, and catch him at it...

Derrik was cautious, but tailing the boy as he was, he was making himself a little too obvious. If the boy happened to turn around, it'd be pretty obvious he was sneaking up on 'him'...

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan walks into the town, his head held high despite his conditions. You see, the reason Tristan has come to a town so far from the castle is that he has been tasked to search for Witches yet again. It seems Tristan is tasked with Which hunting more often than the Templars. Of course, Tristan isn't truly "hunting" the magic users per say, he is more searching for them, only to return to the capitol to report them, or perhaps to follow them for information, Tristan never interacts directly with the magical fools, he is simply never tasked to do so.

So, as Tristan walks, he uses his sensory abilities to search for any in the crowd with excessive magical potential that could possibly have originated from unnatural bodily manipulation. At the moment, Tristan sees none that appear to have any strange abilities; all he can see are the various people who seem all to normal to actually be normal. Tristan knows just how easy it is to conceal magical wavelengths, so he isn't surprised that spells might have been used here to do just that. So, rather than dilly dally trying to decide who looks guilty, Tristan decides to just continue walking, looking for overly suspicious behavior, as he also knows just how easy it is for magic to get to people's heads.

Tristan eventually wanders into what looks to be the main market of the town and continues searching. That is, however, only until he notices a thief in the midst of the crowd. It's subtle, and it's faint, it's truly almost unnoticeable, but Tristan caught it from quite a distance. A young lady had just taken an apple from a man's stall completely unwarranted, using the man's difficulty with two overly annoying, arguing customers as a screen which she used very effectively to hide her act.

Tristan watches and follows the girl from a distance, quite concerned with the girl's actions. Tristan notices another, a boy, who is woefully trailing the girl, apparently on a mission of his own. Tristan, as he watches the girl eat the apple with no remorse whatsoever, feels the need to say something; however, he refrains, watching the girl as she walks back into town. Maybe..she's going to apologize..then..perhaps I won't have to intervene.. Tristan thinks as he continues to keep his distance, still watching carefully, yet appearing as a completely unconcerned, nonchalantly walking stranger.

[Ginger]

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