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Re: The Cat's Share (Kat) GMed by Takimaru
"Guh... hey, watch where you're going," warned one of the craftsmen right after Ichimi made her move, which on the outside looked like little more than an accidental shoulder bump. However, as with any competent thief, such an insignificant 'accident' was anything but. The momentary distraction was all she needed to successfully pick a small carving knife from his belt. It wasn't particularly large, nor was it terribly sharp, having seen a fair share of use without the proper maintenance to match. However, it would still suffice for the purpose Ichimi sought for it, and it was light enough that her first mark wouldn't even notice it missing--not until he bothered to check, anyway.
And check he did not. Higher on the woodcarver's list of concerns was his purse, which he tapped lightly to ensure the coins were still there. They were, and he heaved an audible sigh of relief. Neither of the two passerbys knew what to think of a hooded stranger colliding into them if it wasn't for the purposes of theft, so they simply exchanged a quick glance and a shrug before continuing to walk. After all, it wasn't the best neighborhood in town, so there wasn't any point making a scene, especially if they were to be next on the muggers' list. This left the Felvari free to do with her newly acquired tool as she wished.
There was little opportunity for Ichimi to get behind both of the men undetected, but she managed to find an opening from the side, regardless, staying just out of their peripheral vision. After she threw the knife charged with a notable amount of Voidic energy, the catgirl could then disappear back into the main street and make herself out to look like nothing more than a passerby.
"Uwaggh!" cried the smaller hooligan as the makeshift weapon found a spot in his upper back, near his shoulderblade. It didn't go in very deep, but it went in far enough for the 'air' to transfer itself into his system. He grimaced and clutched at it, pulling it out quickly and spinning around with heightened alertness, just as expected. When he saw that there was no one in plain sight, a look of disbelief took over his expression. "Who the fuck?!"
The larger man also paused, raising a brow. Meanwhile, the lady's eyes widened as well at the unexpected assault, but seemed to find herself unwilling to capitalize on the commotion and make a run for it. She did have a basket of groceries in her arms, and was unwilling to drop it just for the sake of running. Though she did put on an oddly suspicious look as well, unable to help but look around.
A closer look at the item in the short one's hand showed that it was a small knife... but certainly not one made for throwing. "Berto, something hit me," he warned. "Check out the main street to see who the hell did this! Uwwwhh..." Already, his vision blurred, made apparent by the intermittent squinting of his eyes. Someone of higher constitution might have been able to withstand the dosage that Ichimi applied, but this stranger didn't possess such physical gifts, leaving his cohort to do the dirty work for him. Berto, or so the large one was called, wasted no time in storming out of the alleyway to shoot accusing glances at anyone and everyone who might be out on the main road.
As the first family that passed by were down the block by now, that left only the cloaked Ichimi and the two artisans, who walked at least a dozen paces in front of her. Still, they weren't out of sight for big Berto, who frowned, waving the small, bloodied knife in the air. "WHO DID THIS, EH?!" he yelled angrily, his gaze shifting between the three potential suspects. "You wanna get clobbered?"
His threats did just enough to set the two craftsmens' nerves off, and they suddenly bolted down the street, with the large one giving chase, running right past the catgirl in the process. Ichimi was in the clear, so it seemed. And while it didn't appear that the purple-haired woman gathered the will to make a run for it, she was down a potential assailant if nothing else. It was still peculiar, in its own way, but whether the thief chose to check the alleyway once more or consider her work done there was entirely up to her.
"Guh... hey, watch where you're going," warned one of the craftsmen right after Ichimi made her move, which on the outside looked like little more than an accidental shoulder bump. However, as with any competent thief, such an insignificant 'accident' was anything but. The momentary distraction was all she needed to successfully pick a small carving knife from his belt. It wasn't particularly large, nor was it terribly sharp, having seen a fair share of use without the proper maintenance to match. However, it would still suffice for the purpose Ichimi sought for it, and it was light enough that her first mark wouldn't even notice it missing--not until he bothered to check, anyway.
And check he did not. Higher on the woodcarver's list of concerns was his purse, which he tapped lightly to ensure the coins were still there. They were, and he heaved an audible sigh of relief. Neither of the two passerbys knew what to think of a hooded stranger colliding into them if it wasn't for the purposes of theft, so they simply exchanged a quick glance and a shrug before continuing to walk. After all, it wasn't the best neighborhood in town, so there wasn't any point making a scene, especially if they were to be next on the muggers' list. This left the Felvari free to do with her newly acquired tool as she wished.
There was little opportunity for Ichimi to get behind both of the men undetected, but she managed to find an opening from the side, regardless, staying just out of their peripheral vision. After she threw the knife charged with a notable amount of Voidic energy, the catgirl could then disappear back into the main street and make herself out to look like nothing more than a passerby.
"Uwaggh!" cried the smaller hooligan as the makeshift weapon found a spot in his upper back, near his shoulderblade. It didn't go in very deep, but it went in far enough for the 'air' to transfer itself into his system. He grimaced and clutched at it, pulling it out quickly and spinning around with heightened alertness, just as expected. When he saw that there was no one in plain sight, a look of disbelief took over his expression. "Who the fuck?!"
The larger man also paused, raising a brow. Meanwhile, the lady's eyes widened as well at the unexpected assault, but seemed to find herself unwilling to capitalize on the commotion and make a run for it. She did have a basket of groceries in her arms, and was unwilling to drop it just for the sake of running. Though she did put on an oddly suspicious look as well, unable to help but look around.
A closer look at the item in the short one's hand showed that it was a small knife... but certainly not one made for throwing. "Berto, something hit me," he warned. "Check out the main street to see who the hell did this! Uwwwhh..." Already, his vision blurred, made apparent by the intermittent squinting of his eyes. Someone of higher constitution might have been able to withstand the dosage that Ichimi applied, but this stranger didn't possess such physical gifts, leaving his cohort to do the dirty work for him. Berto, or so the large one was called, wasted no time in storming out of the alleyway to shoot accusing glances at anyone and everyone who might be out on the main road.
As the first family that passed by were down the block by now, that left only the cloaked Ichimi and the two artisans, who walked at least a dozen paces in front of her. Still, they weren't out of sight for big Berto, who frowned, waving the small, bloodied knife in the air. "WHO DID THIS, EH?!" he yelled angrily, his gaze shifting between the three potential suspects. "You wanna get clobbered?"
His threats did just enough to set the two craftsmens' nerves off, and they suddenly bolted down the street, with the large one giving chase, running right past the catgirl in the process. Ichimi was in the clear, so it seemed. And while it didn't appear that the purple-haired woman gathered the will to make a run for it, she was down a potential assailant if nothing else. It was still peculiar, in its own way, but whether the thief chose to check the alleyway once more or consider her work done there was entirely up to her.
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