Kadina
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Post by Kadina on Jul 26, 2015 2:22:09 GMT -6
The sky was sinking into a gradient of dark blues and indigo before night would veil the land in darkness. The residents of Clock Town were closing their shutters. The designated lamp-lighters were making their rounds through all of the common areas and main streets of the city. Most families lit lanterns outside of their homes to ward off the evil of the night. And by evil of the night, I mean the filthy thieving miscreants that infested the shadows and overpopulated the taverns and sewers. Kadina was among these vile and dissolute creatures, though she preferred the term ‘dauntless rogue.’ Her reputation preceded her more so in the land of Hyrule which, recently, had allowed for more successful heists and overall mischief in Termina. Hence the reason she wandered the streets of Clock Town at this hour. Arriving at the Milk Bar, Kadina gave the secret knock seeming to be some sort of Morse code for a four-letter word that surprisingly wasn’t ‘milk’ and entered the bar. Tiny maroon slippers stepped out onto the highest stair that would lead down into the crowded pub. The gyspsy wore a maroon colored skirt-harem that matched her slippers and had various scarves of different lengths and colors tied loosely around her hips. A small knife was fashioned in a leather belt around her left thigh. She wore an off-white halter-top that tied in two places: around her neck and again at the small of her back, leaving her back bare and exposed. Her hair was braided in multiple strands and decorated with charms, beads, and shells like some sort of festive Christmas tree. She wore a patterned scarf that tied at the nape of her neck. Her wrists and ankles styled loose golden hoops, and she had paint on her cheeks in a design that signified some sort of relevant ranking. Her skin was dark, tan, and peppered with freckles at the tops of her shoulders and just under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose resembling those of a tiger lily. Her large blue-grey eyes surveyed the room as she pulled off the hood of a thick grey cloak that she had been wearing for camouflage in the night. There didn’t seem to be anyone she recognized… yet. But she was eagerly awaiting the arrival of a good friend. As she navigated towards a table in the back, obscured by a wooden pillar and furthest from the rambunctious crowd of inebriates that occupied the entirety of the facility, she sipped from others’ drinks as she went. Most of these tankards were being poorly watched as their owners were too busy with their drunken endeavors to notice she had sipped from their tins. It was almost like a dance the way she picked up a drink, drank as she spun around, and placed it back on the table before doing so to the next one. And so on and so forth she went, breezing and spinning her way between tables. Two beers, one Romani chateau, and a whiskey on the rocks later, Kadina was already feeling the alcohol. Placing the last drink back on its table, she noticed the owner’s small wallet sitting next to it. Hmm… look what we have here.. she thought to herself as she picked up the sack of rupees and jingled it like a bell. Smiling, she stuffed it into her cloak and finally went on to claim her seat at the obscure table previously mentioned, the owner of the change purse still distracted by an arm wrestling match next to him. Kadina pulled back her chair and took a seat. Plopping down, she propped her feet up on the table, crossed her ankles, and decided she would count the contents of her new wallet while she waited. Tag: Eldrin/Vai
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jul 28, 2015 7:29:08 GMT -6
A young man burst through the doors to the Milk Bar like it was buy-one-get-one-free night at the brothel. He wasn't in a hurry, but he did like to make an entrance. A wave of smoke and the stench of alcohol and perhaps vomit struck him like a cold bath. It was everything he loved. He looked about the bar, all the sleaziest, shittiest dregs of Terminian culture lurked in the dim light of this bar, and he fucking loved it.
The man's apparel was fairly standard. He wore a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and a sleeveless brown vest over that. His breeches were knee length, leaving his shins bare, and his shoes were basic leather with big brass buckles. He had a leather bracer strapped to his left forearm, which had three blades protruding from the knuckles. Looped into the back of his belt he had a fancy little dagger that he had 'acquired'. Also hanging from his belt was a key ring with countless keys for various purposes. His left shin was tattooed in gold and black, with no implication of stopping where it disappeared under his breeches and into his shoe. His right arm was tatted as well, in a black and scarlet sleeve, which disappeared under his sleeve and continued up to his shoulder, and terminated on the back of his hand. There, it connected to a black and red Sheikah Eye insignia. He wasn't particularly tall, nor big in stature, but he could hold his own... a trait which had earned him many scratch, slash, and burn scars throughout his body. He also had a number of fresh scrapes, scratches, and bruises from his everyday adventures. Around his neck, he wore an old black bandanna, spanned with a golden script in Ancient Hylian (no, he had no idea what it said, nor did he care). This could be pulled up over his nose and mouth for quick anonymity. The only sort of jewelry he wore was a small, odd-looking bracelet, that meant the world to him, worn on his right wrist. And of course, he wore a worn leather pouch strapped to his left thigh, absolutely stuffed with goodies for causing mayhem.
His eyes were mismatched, one bright Sheikah red, the other golden with a slitted pupil. They seemed to have a constant look of wild mischief, or perhaps reckless insanity. Across the bridge of his nose stretched a long thin scar that bisected his face horizontally, stretching from ear to ear. His teeth were nearly perfect rows of pearly white, but this was utterly destroyed by the golden fang he kept. In replacement of a lost canine, he'd taken an over-sized golden fang, which gave him a bit of an under-bite, and constantly protruded up over his top lip. Those lips were nearly constantly stretched back in a smile that was somewhere between genuine pleasantry, and mocking you because he'd already stole your wallet. His hair was vastly uneven, coarse, and a dull charcoal black. He had a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks, and visible dimples.
Altogether, he was about as pleasant to look at as an old man's taint. And yet, he had an odd sort of charm to him, dangerous, yet addicting. Not unlike most of the more frowned-upon illegal substances. Spotting his partner in crime, he made a bee-line for her. Not before stealing a tray from a waitress, of course. He slipped her a couple more rupees than a week's tips would earn her, and she quickly lost interest in the theft. The tray had several tankards of Terminian Stout (a local draft of beer) and four shots of Clockwise (a local brand of clear liquor, that smelled a bit like rubbing alcohol).
"Aren't you suppose to be fetchingly draped over the bar, collecting us some sappy suitors, tovah?" he joked in greeting, seating himself across from Kadina, sliding her a tankard, and passing over her two shots a little more carefully. "So, I dunno about you, but I'm feelin' a bit of hustling to pass time." The thief said, raising his first shot in one hand. In the other hand he was doing a one-handed cut and shuffle with a deck of cards. Was he showing off those dexterous hands of his? Was his name Eldrin? Was he a goddamn conceited showboating lecherous cunt? The answer to two of those questions was 'yes'. The other was a resounding 'maybe'.
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Post by Kadina on Jul 28, 2015 17:16:35 GMT -6
A wry smile spread across the gypsy’s lips as her eyes shifted upward to see Eldrin before her, though it was uncertain which she was happier to see, him or the tin of booze he was sliding across the table. She brought her feet down and, in one fluid motion, she hooked her foot around the back left leg of the chair, stood up, and pulled the chair forward and around with her foot while guiding it with her left hand, thus turning the chair a complete 180 degrees before throwing her leg over and straddling it. Her skirt harem would have exposed well enough in the crotch area had there not been a wide piece of fabric that draped down ever so conveniently. She didn’t seem to mind anyway, as she was rather undignified. Her arms folded across the back of the chair as she leaned in and grabbed her shot glass. “Long time no see, you swashbuckling piece of shit.” She flashed a devilish smile. Insults were her favored terms of endearment, though this made it difficult for when she actually wanted to insult him. Her only alternative then was to compliment. It was all rather backwards, really...
It had been a while since their last heist together. Though working with a partner meant half the prize, it also meant double the fun. At least when your partner-in-crime was Eldrin. She had found it nearly impossible for any other thief to match her combination of madness and brilliance, and their history together made them… well… as thick as thieves.
Smiling, she clinked her glass to his and threw it back without so much of a wince before slamming it down on the table. “Should've known you’d get my pigeon mail if I sent it to a brothel.” She laughed cheerfully, her cheeks were already beginning to turn rosy from the alcohol.
Kadina was what you would call a light-weight. She had the tolerance of a fairy, yet she could hold her liquor like a tank next to the best of most men. The bandits she had grown up with used to joke that she drank whiskey from her nursing bottle and that fire water ran through her veins. The only time she couldn’t hold her liquor was when she saw or heard something unsettling (like cheesy pet names or the phrase 'old man's taint') or if she heard someone else puking. A sympathetic vomitter, if you will.
The bandit sloppily chased her shot with a swig of the Terminian stout, spilling a bit where the corners of her mouth met the rim of the cup. As she set the tankard down, she wiped her chin and neck where it dripped and flung the excess off of her fingertips to the side, then hunched back over her chair. “Aye. I’d be interested.” She cocked an eyebrow somewhat lazily. Her big grey-blue eyes were half-lidded appearing dazed yet focused. “What’ve you got in mind, tovah?” Kadina watched as he showed off his dexterity skills with a deck of cards then looked around for potential victims of whatever Eldrin might be scheming.
The bar was packed with people of all sorts. Tavern wenches sat in the laps of burley men with beards, tattoos, and beer guts. A table of gorons tested their strength among each other with arm wrestling. A group of zoras gathered around a card game. Various patrons gathered before the stage as a band played traditional-turkish sounding music that seemed to prompt a popular dance of stomping, clapping, and occasionally shouting 'Hey!' as you threw your hands up. It was the loveliest crowd Kadina had ever laid eyes on in all of its raunchy drunken glory.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jul 30, 2015 19:18:50 GMT -6
Eldrin downed his shot and slammed the glass on the table, a little gentler than his obviously drunk companion. The theif was surprisingly sober for the time of night, mainly because he'd only just woken up about an hour ago. Most of the day had been spent sleeping in a particularly comfy gutter recovering from his adventures at the brothel the night prior. Not to worry though, the thief would rectify his sobriety shortly... nothing worked up a thirst like stealing some poor fellow's hard earned pay.
"Well," he started, reaching absent-mindedly for a tankard of stout, "I say we play a little game of spades with some of this establishment's more sauced patrons. A fair game, of course. No shenanigans, no sleight of hand, no stealing of watches and wallets, and no extremely distracting attractive bandit lasses hanging off of our opponents." Eldrin smirked at Kadina.
As usual, she was wearing an outfit best described as "tastefully slutty", which was perfect for luring drunk horny men into the worst kinds of situations. He knew she preferred the dirty work, hands-on over leading-on... but he also knew she was not above using those ample assets of her's to get what she wanted. Shiny, valuable stuff.
"You and me will both play. We'll knock you out fast, make 'em think you're not in on it. From that point, you play observer, lean in on the easiest target... get him all riled up. You can also use this time to pocket small valuables, anything that can't be won over cards. I'll be cheating my ass off the whole time. Once they start getting suspicious, we dip. If things get too sticky, I got an ace up my sleeve-" He stopped for a minute, raising his eyebrow at his own words. "Ok, so I do have an ace up my sleeve, but I meant that figuratively. I've been hangin' on to a couple Stagnox bombs that I picked up from a traveling salesman. Non-lethal, the sort of stuff that makes you puke if you smell it. Just be ready to pull that pretty lil' scarf up over your face."
The thief fanned out the deck in his hand, so that the back of every card was visible, and held it out to Kadina. "Pick a card. Hearts- yokels and wenches, Clubs- the Gorons over yonder, Diamonds- the Zora, Spades- we drop the plan, get really drunk, and start a bar fight."
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Kadina
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Post by Kadina on Aug 4, 2015 1:50:21 GMT -6
A devious smile spread across Kadina's face as Eldrin laid out the plan. It was delightfully crooked and seemingly simple... Of course Kadina had been in the game long enough to know that nothing was ever as easy as it should be, but that was usually what made their little scams worth while. It was the risks and the improv that made the life of a con and a thief so adventurous. But not without booze! She took another swig of stout.
"Sounds simple enough. But why do I have to be the distraction?" She slouched in her seat almost begrudgingly until the slouch made her realize... "Oh. Fair enough..." She adjusted her shirt for more noticable side boob, seeing as the halter was fairly loose around her torso, then grabbed her tankard. "I think I can manage that." Smiling, she took another swig and pulled a card from Eldrin's hand.
Before looking, she placed it in the center of the table, face down. "Should we take bets before I flip it over?" She joked with a light-hearted chuckle accompanied by a hiccup. Her fingertips pressed against the card readying to flip it. Her digits were decorated in rings of all gems and styles. One of particular intrigue on her middle finger had an oval face of obsidian cut finely and encrusted in a claw-like bed on a tarnished silver band. The obsidian had a strange inner smokey effect that swirled and gleamed mystically like star dust. Her thumbnail dug under the card and turned it over to reveal an eight of diamonds.
"Zoras." She looked over at the table of Zoras, most of them in human form. She analyzed them momentarily then looked back at Eldrin. "They've already got a game going, which should make it easy for us to join... Although they might be the more formidable opponents. BUT! I've got faith in you... Or maybe my faith is in your stagnox bombs." She stuck her tongue out, eyes squeezed shut, and shook in repulsion fearing that he might have to use them.
The gypsy proceeded to throw back the last of her stout and stood up. She took off her cloak and dropped it in her seat knowing she wasn't going to need it for these shenanigans. The more she exposed of herself, the better. Placing her hands on her hips, bracelets jingling, she stared confidently at Eldrin and matched his charming smile. "Ready when you are, Tovah."
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Feb 8, 2016 21:54:33 GMT -6
"Let's go ruin some race relations." Eldrin gave his partner a wink.
Eldrin took a long detour to the Zora's table, grabbing a drink on the way, and approaching from the other side of the bar from where Kadina would walk up. When he stepped up to the table the Zora took no notice of the newcomer. Eldrin got their attention by grabbing a chair from a nearby table and dragging it, loudly, over to theirs. Most of the Zora looked up in confusion or apprehension at the thief as he sat down in his chair wordlessly, and slowly scooted up until he was in place. One Zora didn't even bother to notice him. The four who had were all large for Zora, even the one female, each with various marks and scars upon their almost human skin. This was a gang, he realized. Sea Zora, from the bay. Even worse, was the realization that hit him as the mystery Zora finally deigned to look upon him. He was a small Zora, completely devoid of the scars and blemishes that marked his companions, his underlings. Behind the almost human face that looked disdainfully at Eldrin, the thief saw a flash of the Zora hidden beneath. His long 'hair' fin was tattooed extensively with markings Eldrin knew well. Three rings each pierced either side of the tail fins at the termination of his tattoos. Two gold, and a silver ring in the middle. Eldrin could hear even now the jingle of these rings as he flicked his fin impatiently. His scales were a pale silver, almost white. His eyes black, dead mirrors. Rulis. That was the only name he went by. He led a gang of Zoras that terrorized the Great Bay. However, it wasn't fisherman and other innocents they preyed upon. No, that was too easy. Their targets were more dangerous, and much less forgiving. They hunted pirates. They were the pirate's version of pirates. Except they didn't sail upon ships. There was no way to see them coming, one minute the pirates would be counting their spoils, enjoying the lonely horizon that should've meant they were safe, the next, Zora were flying from the ocean onto the deck of their ship. They slaughtered everyone, pirate, and even the innocents the pirates had captured. None survived. In fact, the only reason anyone knew it was the Zora, was because Rulis's gang had no qualms about privacy. They made it clear, venture into their territory, and you will die. Of course, they didn't hesitate to admit that they often ventured out of their territory to hunt. Even the Gerudo had an extremely high bounty posted for these Zora.
Eldrin grinned upon this realization. This was about to get interesting.
"So, what's the buy-in, my fishy fellas?" Eldrin broke the silence, looking at each of them in equal measure, as if it wasn't obvious that Rulis was staring him down. The female Zora reached for the blade at her hip, curling her lip at Eldrin, but the Zora to her left grabbed her hand. The Zora all looked at Rulis for his verdict.
Rulis stared at the thief before him for a long, likely considering whether to have him killed now, or later. Or perhaps the consideration was to have him killed fast, or cruelly slow. Finally he graced the thief with what was probably a smile, and waved his hand to the pile of chips in the center of the table. "1,000 rupees, human." He voice was courteous, thickly accented, but he pronounced the word 'human' like it were a foul word.
Eldrin feigned worry for a moment. "Oh my! How could a simple peasant like me afford such an expense." He reached into his purse and produced three gold rupees and an orange. He slid them across the table as if it was pocket change.
"My kids don't need college anyway."
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Post by Kadina on Feb 11, 2016 16:40:05 GMT -6
Kadina was on the brink of giggling uncontrollably because she knew some sorry fucker was in for it. That much she knew, yes, but the how was the most enthralling part. Always a mystery, always an adventure. Her tovah and she had become master improv specialists. Regardless of any curve balls, they had learned to work so in-sync with one another – spinning wildly and maniacally on the same crazy wavelength of brilliance and insanity – that there wasn't a sticky situation they weren't capable of slipping out of, even with minimal communication. And with the grandest of style, I might add.
Well... sometimes. Other times were less than graceful but still worthy a tale.
Heading in a different direction from Eldrin, Kadina observed the table of zoras from a far, yet she attempted to get a bit closer and at a better angle to gather some much needed intel. As Eldrin caused his scene, screeching a chair loudly up to the table, Kadina smirked deviously. She slowly meandered in between tables, stalking about like a predator. She had to punch the lights out of the occasional bastard that made a grab for her ass, but was otherwise focused on her prey.
These zoras looked rough. They definitely weren't your average sea merchant or run-of-the mill bubble breathers. Observing their tattoos and piercings, Kadina began to recall a story that she overheard in the Nest a few months back. These were pirates. Er... vigilantes, for lack of a better term. They swam in lethal formation as schools of mass destruction that preyed on the Gerudo pirates, but they weren't exactly moral. Often times, they left no survivors among the pirate ships of which they ambushed. Even the innocents in captivity. They might protect their waters from the sea rats, but no one was safe from these particular sea dwellers.
No one.
Kadina's smirk disappeared and her eyes narrowed in seriousness. They were formidable opponents indeed.
Suddenly, as one zora grabbed for her side knife, Kadina reached for her throwing knives and even went so far as to engage in the throwing stance before one of the other zoras held his teammate off.
The bandit's heart was racing.
That was a close call.
She tucked her knives back into their elastic loop holders on her belt and continued to circle the outer perimeter of the scene unnoticed, except for one drunken moron. "Heeeeyyyy. Why'd you pull your kni–" -CONK- Kadina hit him over the head with the butt of her dagger and grabbed him as he was falling over in his chair. She slowly lowered his unconscious body to the floor, patted his cheek, picked his pocket, and continued on stealthily. THIS time, completely unnoticed.
There had been a small gaggle of onlookers surrounding the table, however, something was said and/or done and the bystanders began flocking.
It had to be the money.
With a wall of people to foster her reconnaissance, Kadina moved in. The devious smile had returned.
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