RelicFire
Like the Phoenix I shall raise from the ashes
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IdyllicDreamer
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Drake was dressed in a dark tan, buckskin, coat over an off-white shirt. His black slacks and boots made half of him almost completely invisible in the darkness of the night. He was leaned against the wall of a tavern watching the crowds file in and out of the buildings. The noises and sounds of people enjoying their evening was almost deafening. Drake simply reached out and took things out of people's pockets as they passed, he took a silver match box and matching cigarette case off of one passerby. He got a pocket watch from another and a few gold coins from even another. It wasn't a challenge with the state most of them were in after they left the taverns.
He opened the case and placed a cigarette in between his lips and then lit it with a single flick of his wrist. He took a slow drag and looked around again. It'd been over a year since he was last in the capital and the noise of the whole city was a little overwhelming. He flexed his fingers slowly then pushed off the wall and started deeper into the capital slowly making his way closer to the castle... It'd been his mother's favorite place to hideout. Right under the King's nose. She'd used to dress as a servant and pour the King's wine at dinners. Drake had grown up inside the castle walls for most his childhood, hiding from the guards who were hunting for his mother and himself, and the King never knew.
He flicked the cigarette away when he was done with it and pulled the hood up on his coat as the crowds thinned and the presence of the King's guards seemed to double. It seemed that the King's paranoia had grown in the last year... Drake stayed close to the walls and shadows as he weaved and ducked his way deeper and deeper into the capital, silent and almost invisible.
Drake purposely bumped into a Guard acting the drunken fool, he slipped the broach from the Guard's cloak and laughed off his bumping into the other man. "My deepest apologizes dear sir..." He slurred his words and made a move to try and brush the Guard off.
The Guard shoved Drake back against a wall. "Watch yourself." He barked before he landed a solid blow to Drake's stomach. "Street trash..." The Guard muttered as he moved away from Drake who dropped to his knees trying to pull the air back into lungs.
This was new behavior for the Capital Guards. They'd gotten more violent than before... Drake finally started to ease the fire in his lungs from the blow he'd taken but he still did not stand, if he was still being watched by the guard he feared moving to quickly would show he wasn't drunk. He wrapped his arm around his stomach and placed one hand on the paved road trying to slowly push himself back to his feet, he made sounds like he might retch. The true art of his craft was in the acting.
Drake was dressed in a dark tan, buckskin, coat over an off-white shirt. His black slacks and boots made half of him almost completely invisible in the darkness of the night. He was leaned against the wall of a tavern watching the crowds file in and out of the buildings. The noises and sounds of people enjoying their evening was almost deafening. Drake simply reached out and took things out of people's pockets as they passed, he took a silver match box and matching cigarette case off of one passerby. He got a pocket watch from another and a few gold coins from even another. It wasn't a challenge with the state most of them were in after they left the taverns.
He opened the case and placed a cigarette in between his lips and then lit it with a single flick of his wrist. He took a slow drag and looked around again. It'd been over a year since he was last in the capital and the noise of the whole city was a little overwhelming. He flexed his fingers slowly then pushed off the wall and started deeper into the capital slowly making his way closer to the castle... It'd been his mother's favorite place to hideout. Right under the King's nose. She'd used to dress as a servant and pour the King's wine at dinners. Drake had grown up inside the castle walls for most his childhood, hiding from the guards who were hunting for his mother and himself, and the King never knew.
He flicked the cigarette away when he was done with it and pulled the hood up on his coat as the crowds thinned and the presence of the King's guards seemed to double. It seemed that the King's paranoia had grown in the last year... Drake stayed close to the walls and shadows as he weaved and ducked his way deeper and deeper into the capital, silent and almost invisible.
Drake purposely bumped into a Guard acting the drunken fool, he slipped the broach from the Guard's cloak and laughed off his bumping into the other man. "My deepest apologizes dear sir..." He slurred his words and made a move to try and brush the Guard off.
The Guard shoved Drake back against a wall. "Watch yourself." He barked before he landed a solid blow to Drake's stomach. "Street trash..." The Guard muttered as he moved away from Drake who dropped to his knees trying to pull the air back into lungs.
This was new behavior for the Capital Guards. They'd gotten more violent than before... Drake finally started to ease the fire in his lungs from the blow he'd taken but he still did not stand, if he was still being watched by the guard he feared moving to quickly would show he wasn't drunk. He wrapped his arm around his stomach and placed one hand on the paved road trying to slowly push himself back to his feet, he made sounds like he might retch. The true art of his craft was in the acting.