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    In all seriousness, though, my favorite things to do are read sci-fi/fantasy books, create new characters for my own stories/roleplays, and binge one of many cop shows - not necessarily in that order. Nor all at once.
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  1. "Am I bad for being careful?" Reis glanced at Tana irritably. He was still expecting an attack, though there wasn't anything he could've done about it if she'd tossed a knife right then and there. The fact that she hadn't seemed like a good enough way to say that she didn't require him dead - yet, at least. He limped a little closer, leaning down to pick up what looked like a gold tooth. It was disgusting, holding something that had been in the mouth of someone else, but Reis had gloves. That, and the kobold side of him didn't exactly care where it had been. It was shiny, and that was enough. He wiped the thing free of dirt, and slipped it into his pocket, looking embarrassed. "I just don't want to die. I like being prepared for everything. If we'd been prepared, we wouldn't be nursing wounds, now would we?" Khada watched the other thief as she rooted around the warehouse, looking for something worth stealing. Apparently, there'd been nothing, judging by her lack of shiny items when she returned. That was a bummer. There were definitely more buildings elsewhere in the city that likely had other valuable things, but nothing especially close, it would seem. Khada sighed in defeat, prepared to turn and leave the building. He needed to go, and there was no telling if there would be more goons running along shortly. He paused when he heard Tana's offer, though. "Um. Fine, I guess." He left the bit where he warned her not to attack him unspoken. That would likely make her annoyed, and more likely to attack him. Part of Khada wondered why he'd agreed to stay. He was hurt, and she was dangerous. Everything here was dangerous. Still, he wasn't about to leave this place empty-handed. Not to mention, Tana still reminded him of his sister a little bit. It was refreshing to be with someone as deadly and sarcastic as her. No one was on the same level as his sis, though. The kobold limped past Tana, looking here and there for any crates they might have missed. The ones that weren't decimated, of course. "Perhaps we should try another building?" Reis suggested. "If they kept relics anywhere, I don't think they'd be in a warehouse. They'd likely be on display somewhere. It's a long shot, but there still might be some old artifacts left around their main buildings. It can't be completely empty.
  2. Somewhat distantly, Khada could still hear the sounds of a fight continuing in the distance, but they weren’t his primary concern at the time. Only when they stopped did he pay the sounds any closer attention. The voice that spoke next wasn’t that of a thug’s, though, but the voice of Tana. It seemed that she’d survived after all. ‘Good,’ the kobold thought absently. It would’ve been annoying to have done all that and failed all the same. He rolled his eyes at Tana’s joke, trying and failing to stand up. “I wish I was dead. Wouldn’t hurt as much.” The second time was the charm as Reis once more attempted to stand, succeeding at that. He wasn’t sure whether to nurse his ribs or his obviously-broken arm. He decided on minding the bones that could pierce his lungs if he moved the wrong way. The thief growled to himself, and began to murmur quietly. “Kobolds are weak. . . This would have been much easier if I’d been a human.” An odd statement to anyone who didn’t know Khada’s predicament, to be sure. The thief was beyond it now. He slowly limped over to the corpse of the giant thug, trying not to look too uneasy as he searched for his knives. “Is that the last of them? I think that’s the last of them. . .” Khada stopped, then slowly scanned the room, counting out the bodies on the floor. There was a pause, then what looked like a metal pole leaning on one of the shelves pitched forward. The resulting clang caused Khada to flinch and whirl around, pointing his knife in the direction of the noise. “Was that - damn it.” He sighed, shoving the dagger into his bag. It had been about a minute before the kobold decided to address Tana again. “Whatever it is you’ve come for, I suggest you hurry and try to obtain it. You aren’t a fool. It won’t be too long before someone else comes along looking for those thugs.” Reis wasn’t in the careless, joking mood then. He had shed that, reverting back to being alert and a tad bit irritable. His mind was already on what he himself needed to do next. He’d come here looking for artifacts - so far, he’d only gotten broken bones. He needed to be quick about finding anything at all, before someone else came along and finished him off. It’d be wise for him to bug out and live to steal another day, yes, but Reis couldn’t accept failure. Not like this. The kobold adjusted his goggles and eyed Tana warily. There wasn’t anything stopping her from finishing him off, either. Logic told him that it was the most reasonable course of action for her. There wasn’t anything stopping her, and Khada had stated his interest in anything she was searching for. She’d put her knives away, yes, but it wouldn’t take too much to finish off an injured kobold. “You also have the storms to worry about. I don’t think it’ll get close to flooding again, but. . .” Reis honestly wasn’t sure. He really hadn't ever been to a rainforest before. The only hint at what was to be expected there was in the name: rain. Whatever happened, he could deal with it, most likely. He’d been hurt in worse ways.
  3. Khada had an odd thought as he struggled to hang on to the giant thug. He’d heard of a few crazy souls who made it a sport to try and ride raging beasts for as long as they could. He had no idea what they called it, for the activity was never performed in the places Khada had been to, but right then he felt as if he was experiencing something very similar. The kobold was jostled around like a rider might be if they rode their wagon across giant rocks. It was all he could do to hold on and not get sent flying to who-knows-where. He nearly bit his own tongue off whilst trying to call out to Tana, which was, in hindsight, extremely stupid. Khada had needle-like teeth now. It would do him some good to remember that. After he got a solid grip on the thug with his tail and arms, the thief yanked one of his daggers out of the large goon’s back, before jamming it into the goon’s armpit as hard as he could. He was rewarded with a roar of pain - and nearly got a hard smack to the head as the third arm came down to knock him to the floor. Khada abandoned hit knife where it was embedded, and swung farther up the thug’s back, up to their shoulders again. The three-armed thing seemed a bit preoccupied with Tana at the moment, so Khada managed to get on their shoulders, like with the first goon. Still, the kobold wasn’t blind. He could see the exhaustion taking its toll on the woman, and knew that she couldn’t hold out too much longer in the back-and-forth combat. Khada frowned, then yanked his second dagger out of the goon’s back, jamming it into their shoulder to get a good handhold. With that, he twirled himself up to the thug’s head, pulling his third dagger out. Before Khada could be thrown off, he made a quick swipe across the goon’s scalp, smirking. ‘Let’s see him fight whilst blinded by his own blood,’ he thought smugly. His mood was soon ruined, however, when the third arm finally found its mark. Khada found himself trapped by a large hand, though not for long. The goon reared back in preparation to toss the kobold away. The thief cursed. “Oh, for the love of -” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence. He suddenly found himself flying through the air once more, slamming into a large steel crate. Khada saw stars. He slid down the side of the crate, coming to a stop at it’s base, vision blurring. It took a few moments for the thief to regain all his senses again. He could definitely feel some broken bones now. He wasn’t sure if it was anything too serious, though. All he knew was that everything hurt. His arm seemed to have gotten it the worst, though. Khada glanced down at it, and blanched. ‘Is it supposed to bend that way?’ His stomach turned, and the color of the room shifted to yellow. The kobold groaned, rubbing his head. That kind of knock to the head would leave a mark. . . He just hoped it wasn’t a concussion. Khada briefly growled. Why did this new body have to be so weak. . . If he’d been a human, he could have just shook it off. Hell, he wouldn’t have been thrown if he’d been a human. . . The thief ran his tongue around his teeth, and noted that some felt loose. Maybe he’d just sit here for awhile. . . He hoped that Tana could handle herself for a bit. Otherwise, they were both doomed.
  4. Fortunately for Reis, the goon he'd been fighting took interest in something else, beginning to walk off towards the source of an even greater scuffle. Unfortunately, Reis knew exactly what that was. The kobold popped his head out of hiding, and took another shot at the good with a stray piece of rubble. That did the trick: The thug deflected the piece, his attention focused solely on Reis now. The thief smiled innocently. "Hmm?" In turn, the thug roared at him, blade held at the ready once more. Reis ducked behind the crate, suppressing the urge to giggle. Worked like a charm. . . Not taunting them, necessarily, but fighting his opponents to the point where they simply got pissed off that Reis wasn't dead yet, too pissed off to think as straight as before. It usually only worked with one or two people, though. Good thing Tana was handling the rest. Well, technically it was a bad thing, but still. . . Khada would get to that later. For now, he waited until the goon was only a few feet away from the crate, before rolling out from behind it and diving out of the goon's line of sight, directly behind them. Reis wasted no time driving his two other daggers deep into the man's thighs, and yanking them to the side. The man howled, dropping to the ground. Reis tugged the daggers free of the thick muscle, before calmly wiping them clean on the sleeve of his coat. "Eww. . . Mutant blood. That's gross." He glanced at the goon, as if just remembering that he was there. "I'd stay down, if I were you. That'll sting for a little while." Maybe the thug didn't speak a word of his language. No matter. Hopefully, they got the message. Now, about Tana and the other thugs. . . Reis's tail twitched. Damn thugs. There were around four or five more that hadn't been dealt with. Did that mean. . . Reis didn't waste any more time thinking about it, Already, he was dashing over to the source of the conflict, snagging his third blade along the way. Along the way, he hopped over one corpse, and saw another in the shadows. Reis knew how to handle death just fine, but killing folk felt. . . Slightly sickening to him. He avoided staring at the bodies too long and moved on. After a few moments of scampering around, Reis found Tana, about to engage in a fight with a three-armed mutant thug. She looked rough, but was still giving it her all. . . Once again, she reminded Reis of his sister. That just made him angrier, since she was injured. His gaze drifted over to the thug she was about to engage, and his frown turned into a snarl. It was time to play a little unfairly. He reversed the grip on his own two daggers, before dashing towards the creature and leaping up, aiming to drive the blades into the thing's back. Of course they wouldn't kill, but he needed some handholds to work himself up to the thing's head. The only factor that looked like bad news was the thug's third arm. If he used that on him, he'd be in a bit of trouble. Then again, that was one less arm that Tana had to deal with. Tana was physically more capable, so there as a chance that she could just deal with the goon right then and there. Instead of taking out his third knife, Reis simply held on to his first to, bracing in case he was struck. Better to be a distraction than further endanger himself by overreaching. .
  5. "Damn it," Reis muttered under his breath, readjusting his grip on his dagger. He was beginning to loose his nerve at it all, the size of the thugs, and their bad odds. It was only natural; Reis enjoyed fights when they were somewhat neutral, or in his favor. Fights that were uneven quickly got a little tense for him. No matter. He'd just do his usual routine, as always. Standard dupe-and-destroy tactics. Of course, the actual destruction part of it was the problem. These thugs, despite everything, didn't look as clumsy as the kobold had originally assumed. That, and Tana confirmed it for him. Damn that Tana. Why'd she have to go and piss the gang off doing whatever it was she had done? He was just glad that she wasn't his partner, otherwise he would have perished long ago. Reis paused for a moment, then drew a longer dagger from a sheathe on his leg. If he was going to do this, then he wasn't going to limit himself. The kobold was about to launch himself at his opponents, planning on being something of a distraction for a moment, when Tana was suddenly knocked away by a previously unseen thug, into a pile of crates and out of sight. He only had enough time to mutter a quick curse before the larger goons leapt into action as well. The a larger goon with a flattened stick of metal was on him first, the swing meant to break his neck. The kobold dropped on all-fours, and the makeshift weapon passed harmlessly overhead. The goon then swung the rod downwards, and Reis rolled backwards, slightly into the shadows. Reis only got a moment's respite. He used the time to get his bearings. He was cornered by a few wooden crates, nearby some shelves. Climb the shelves? No, that would only drive the rest of the thugs to go after Tana. Wooden crates. . . perfect. A second, smaller goon was closing in, wielding a short, notched blade. Reis stopped, then spread his arms wide, smirking. "Try it!" He shouted, tensing slightly. The thug shouted something back in whatever language he used, charging the kobold with his blade held high. Technically, there shouldn't have been any escape for him. Still, Reis was small, and quick, He waited until the last moment to leap out of the way, the blade missing his tail by mere inches. It found home in one of the wooden crates, getting stuck there for the moment. Reis took that time to examine his opponent. He was vaguely human, muscle-bound, and mutated almost beyond recognition. Vaguely human. . . Just excessively strong, something Reis would use against him in the coming engagements. For now, Reis dashed towards the man, leaping up to their shoulders and twisting around so that he was positioned behind his head, sitting on his shoulders. The kobold's long tail lashed out, wrapping around the thug's thick neck while Reis grappled with the man's head. "Sorry," He murmured, tightening the pressure around the man's neck while he reversed the grip on his daggers. "Sorry!" He raised one arm high, intending on bringing the dagger down into the man's shoulder. Yes, he still wasn't trying to kill the man - just disable him. That was just how Khada Reis rolled. The thug, however, wasn't being cooperative. He grabbed Reis's lowered wrist, before flinging him off, and into the remains of an old crate. The wind was knocked out of his lungs upon impact, and he lay there for a moment, temporarily stunned. The human thug took that opportunity to charge the kobold again, blade raised high. Reis wasn't as stunned as he looked, though, and with a flick of his wrist, a third dagger embedded itself in the man's thigh. They gave a shout of pain and anger, faltering in their charge. Reis took that opportunity to roll out of sight, into the shadows once more. He raised his claws, counting the knives he had left. "I really need more blades," He grumbled, glancing over the crate he was hiding behind. The human thug that he'd struck had worked the dagger out of his calf, and tossed the thing aside. Judging from the lack of excessive blood, he'd missed anything vital. That was fine with him, honestly; There were other ways to take down giants. Like hamstringing them, for instance. Cutting their tendons. Lots worked when you were small. Still, Tana couldn't have been doing the same thing at the moment. Reis quickly glanced around, trying to spot the other thief and trying to ignore the pain in his neck and right leg. Nothing was broken, it seemed, but there was some obvious bruising.
  6. Now we’re to it. Reis nearly grinned in triumph. So, threatening to botch Tana’s mission here was what got her riled up, then? Good to know. Of course, Tana had no reason not to kill him now. A pity. He’d been enjoying their bit of back-and-forth up until then. Still, it couldn’t be helped. Reis was here on a job as well, and his own personal enjoyment wasn’t a factor. The kobold cocked his head to one side and allowed a little half-smile. “You could try. But I wouldn’t put too much effort into the endeavor. It’d just be embarrassing, now wouldn’t it? Scampering about, trying to catch one little lizard. . . And failing.” Reis’s shoulders tensed slightly, and he prepared to drop his apparent cockiness and indifference. That sort of attitude was his father’s thing. In the end, it had cost him dearly. Reis wouldn’t end up as another body like him. His arm twitched just for a moment, allowing the knife hidden in his sleeve to drop a couple inches. . . Then Tana switched up her approach, going from threatening to flirty and amused in only a couple seconds. Reis had to admit, he was a bit caught off guard by the switching of tactics. . . Still, that was it. He was momentarily caught off guard. His shoulders dropped slightly, and he blinked a couple times. Okay, maybe she wasn’t actually flirting with him. Not that it would’ve helped her case. This was one of the few times Reis was proud to say that the charms of women had little effect on him. Not that I'm immune to charms from everyone, of course. . . The kobold couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping his lips. He covered his snout with one scaly hand, and glanced up at Tana. “Sorry,” He murmured, biting his tongue. “But - Good attempt. That was your attempt, right?” Reis rubbed his head, sighing. Still, the attempt had affected him profoundly. Not in the way Tana thought, though. In that moment, the woman had reminded Reis of his missing sister. Yes, it was an odd comparison to make at that moment, but still. The threats and apparent flirting were an all-too-familiar style of persuasion to him. Khada Reis’s older sister, Ceren Reis, used her own charms when necessary on jobs, back when she’d been with him. Unless she could just hold someone at knifepoint, of course. There were some discrepancies, of course, but that was to be expected. At the moment, the lizard’s thoughts were on his original goal, finding Ceren. Outwardly, Reis appeared very distracted now. He didn’t even hear Tana’s next command. Nor did he notice the doors crashing down, if only for a moment. When Reis did come to, blinking and shaking his head, Tana was cursing at him about. . . His friends? Khada Reis worked alone. Reis turned his attention to the rest of the room. There were. . . Things inside with them. Whatever they were, they weren’t human, and they didn’t look friendly. Reis dropped his act entirely, sliding his knife out of his sleeve, his gaze darting about. One, two, three. . . six hostiles. “Wh - No. I don’t know these creatures,” he whispered back, not taking his eyes off of the gang members. Whoever they were, they had tracked one of them here. Reis groaned. He’d been so careful. . . One of the gangsters said something in a language Reis didn’t understand. Neither did Tana, apparently, as she called out to them in question. The gangster with the third arm didn’t like that, apparently. Or maybe they didn’t like Tana. She and the members seemed to know each other somewhat. . . Reis cast an annoyed glare over at the woman. “Made some friends, I see. Was it your sunny disposition that drew them to you?” He didn’t wait for an answer. The kobold dropped off the crate he’d been sitting on, tail twitching excitedly. Yes, this was dangerous. He should have just run when he’d had the chance. Still, Reis was never one to pass up a fight. Maybe he’d never killed anyone in those fights. Still, wasn’t the fun part of a brawl. It was the energy of it all that drew him in. “I take the big, clumsy ones?” Reis paused, then remembered who he was with. Not Ceren, no. Just another thief, Tana. He couldn’t expect her to simply fall into the role his sister had way back when. If they didn’t work together here, though, there was a good chance they weren’t walking away.
  7. "Talis - wha?" Reis hadn't exactly read up on what sort of artifacts and treasures were kept in the city. All he'd wanted to do was find something and scram, like he did best. Whatever this was that Tana was talking about, it interested him some. Maybe not because he wanted to steal it, specifically: A little knowledge on one of the many things in the ruins could give the kobold more insight on exactly what he was going to be dealing with. The talis - whatever-it-was sounded like some sort of valuable gem to him, nothing to do with magic. Still, one could never be too sure. "I have no idea what you're talking about. In all honesty, I don't know much about this place besides the fact that it's a hazard to my health. That, and there are things here. Valuable things. Strange things. I presume you know of what I speak." Reis took off his goggles to clean them on his tunic while he listened to Tana. So, she had been employed by someone. That cleared things up. Of course, an employer could have easily hired ten more folks like her as well. There was no guarantee that there weren't a dozen more thugs and thieves crawling around the city. Reis kept a calm expression, yawning once more as he donned his goggles again. "I think it makes you the dumber one. You knew what to expect, after all. Contrary to previously-popular belief, I am not suicidal. I just enjoy taking risks every now and then." The thief fixed his cool gaze on Tana once more. He refrained from saying that he hadn't known of the risks of this place, or the fact that he didn't really know what magic was. Those were weaknesses he wasn't going to delve into with a stranger. The little kobold cocked his head to one side in confusion at the mention of an unfamiliar creature. "The hell's a 'lusty -'" He snapped his mouth shut. Once more, he wasn't about to reveal his lack of knowledge on this world's creatures. Other gangs and creatures were mentioned as well, including the spiders. Of course, Tana made a joke about those, then another joke within that joke, all relating to his height once more. Reis, too preoccupied with his thoughts, chuckled a little, absently. "Ah, you should be a Fool. I'm sure someone would pay you something to keep them entertained with jests. It beats this lousy job, after all." Khada's tail twitched as he switched subjects. "Tell me, is there anything else you were hired to find here? I mean, I would hate to have to steal the only thing I recognized here, namely, that fancy jewel you were hired to nab. What does it do, I wonder?" Reis cupped his chin thoughtfully. "How much would it go for?"
  8. Reis frowned at the women that emerged from the shadows. From their face to their stance, the kobold knew that he'd do best not to trust the thief, ever. She practically screamed 'TRAITOR!' at him. Then again, so did most everyone that Reis ever interacted with. This didn't deter him, though. Instead, the thief's mind raced, eliminating a few of the lest hostile potential interactions he expected to have with her. That narrowed it down to several possibilities. If she was trying to kill or rob him of whatever he stole here, she wasn't doing a very good job being subtle about her intents. Then again, she'd had no reason to believe that he was even intelligent up until now, and subtlety was wasted on beasts. It was a little too late for her to put on the innocent look, as she'd already shown enough of her devious nature. The fact that she was showing her face now only meant that the woman was confident that whatever potential confrontation she expected to partake in, she'd be the victor. That was worrying. But expected. Reis didn't move from his crate, or even blink. He simply shifted his position slightly as the woman spoke, lowering his goggles int place. In the light, it would be a bit harder to see the glint of metal hinting at weapons. The lenses made his eyes seem slightly enlarged, revealing cold reptilian eyes that seemed a little bored. He didn't even blink at her insult. "Works for me." I was, at one point. "Gets me places tall folk can't normally reach. Problem?" Reis didn't wait for an answer: He'd already moved on. "Khada Reis, master thief, so on, so forth. Let's skip the formalities." Reis was resting his head on his hand again, and yawning. "What do you want?" It was a simple question, not even laced with cockiness. Just annoyance. He was only getting annoyed because he was tired of this day. In his mind, Reis was thinking of all the possible reasons she was taking the time to talk rather than kill him. She could have been just messing with him. The kobold knew too many people that toyed with their victims just because they could. Still, it was only Reis's nature to look for more complex reasons. Was there some sort of organization that frequently looted the place? Possibly. Terrenus was too big for the possibility to be idle. The fact that he was sentient had, once again, obviously put her off somewhat. Perhaps she herself was from some sort of gang, or had been employed by someone to steal from here as well. If that was the case, then she'd have no problem slitting his throat. That was the more - likely possibility. In any event, he needed to be extra careful. Then again, it was always fun to poke the bear. If there was going to be a fight, Reis had no problem initiating it prematurely. The Kobold's eyes had gotten a faraway look while he thought, and he allowed them to focus back on Tana once he'd finished. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a smile for a moment. "I guess you're just here to steal, like I am. Well, congratulations on being as stupid as me. I hope you had a better time with the spiders." Reis rolled his neck, attempting to work out a crick. "I hate spiders. And now I hate jungles. It's my first time in a jungle, y'know?" This was something of a jest: He was only being so open to potentially put off Tana a little more.
  9. Reis, now lying on his belly while he listened to the potential hostile nearby, rested his chin on his hand, idly trying to catch a glimpse of where they might be. It wasn't all that necessary right then - the woman wasn't making any moves towards him, judging by the distance between the two. His tail waved in amusement as he listened to what she had to say. "Oh, I apologize. In my experience, people only say things like that when they're about to try and kill me. You can understand my skittish attitude, then." Ha. That was a joke. Khada Reis, skittish? He leaped headlong into danger, and usually came out unscathed. Except for recently, when he'd leaped into the lion's den and been polymorphed. Reis's mood dimmed slightly. "And, well. . . I guess it depends on what you consider a 'monster' then, eh? I'm not some sort of crazed beast, if that's what you were implying." Reis continued to watch the storehouse floor for movement, just in case the woman decided to get tricky and tried to jump him. It wasn't paranoia. Reis had been jumped countless times in the past due to not paying enough attention. In fact, folks still tried things like that today, probably because he looked so vulnerable. The lizard didn't waste much time considering the woman's request for him to come out so they could talk face to face. it wasn't as if she could catch him. Not to mention, he could see in the dark and she couldn't. The only thing that worried Reis was the fact that the woman didn't know what he was yet. He had no idea what her reaction could be. Would she attack simply because of his appearance? Again, the thief had a feeling that kobolds weren't the kindest souls around. There was a chance she'd just kill him and be done with it. Of course, to do that, she'd have to catch him first, and Reis didn't plan on going quietly if the woman did prove hostile. Maybe he was just being paranoid again. Best-case scenario, she'd just laugh at him. It only took a few seconds for the thoughts to come and go, and Reis was sliding down the supporting beam of the shelf, dropping down into the darkness. "Sure, why not," He said, shrugging. He did his best to sound nonchalant, but he was idly straightening and flexing his left arm, just in case he had to use his dagger. He wouldn't kill her, of course. He never had to kill anyone. He'd probably just. . . Discourage her. Yes, that was the word. "I'm down now," Reis called out, moving slowly, occasionally crawling on all-fours through the rubble and crates. "You mind making an appearance as well? I'd hate to be the one talking to the shadows." Not like he couldn't see her anyway. If she was nearby, he'd know. Just to fully sell the facade of carelessness, Reis clambered up onto an especially large crate, and sat down cross-legged on top, crossing his arms and curling his tail around him. This could go a few ways. The woman would either attack, thinking Reis was an idiot, or she'd be amused by his apparent stupidity. Then again, if she was a decent rogue, she'd be wondering why he was giving her such an easy target. Either way, Reis was relatively safe.
  10. Khada had been sitting behind his little crate for a few minutes by then, and was more than happy to wait a little longer. He wasn't dying today. Instead of thinking about what could have potentially been hiding in any of the nearby crates, the kobold instead distracted himself by listening to the rain hitting the roof of the storehouse, and the occasional crackling of thunder. The sounds weren’t as jarring inside as they were outside, and helped calm him some. In fact, he was almost calmed enough to convince himself that he was just being paranoid about the mysterious person in the building with him. Of course, Reis wasn’t that foolish. He knew what happened to those that let their guard down, even for a minute. He wasn’t about to end up with them. Still, despite Reis’s apparent resolve, the thoughts of busting open one of the crates lingered. No, he wasn’t about to crack one open - but the kobold had been considering examining the padlock of one when he heard a voice ring out. Reis froze. The voice was unmistakably female, and somewhere relatively close. Reis curled into a tight ball behind the crate, fearing for a moment that he had been seen. Judging by the woman’s tone, though, she hadn’t seen him yet. She had certainly seen or heard the lizard at some point, but it hadn’t been that recently. All she knew was that he was here, somewhere. She obviously wasn’t with the law (unless, of course, it was standard procedure around town to kill intruders without reading them their rights), and seemed fairly good at sneaking around. Reis hadn’t heard her until she’d gotten as close as she was, after all. So, maybe she wasn’t a novice. . . Whatever she was. Khada considered his options. If she was another looter, then perhaps they could work something out, thief-to-thief. If she was some sort of hired hand, that wouldn’t work out as well. If she really was law enforcement, then it was in his best interests to run. Reis was really hoping that she wasn’t some sort of crazy assassin. With all the insanity and magic in this world, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she wielded some sort of magic sword and could kill him with a single word. Then again, if she could do that, she would have found him already. The lizard waited a moment longer, then slowly crawled away from his hiding spot, careful not to make too much noise while doing so. In the darkness, he found one of the giant steel shelves that had originally held most of the crates he now saw on the floor, and began to climb. Once he was a good dozen feet off the ground, he rolled onto one of the tiers, sighing slightly. Whoever this was, he doubted that they could see him up here, in the darkness. Not to mention, he suspected that the woman was human. Even if they pinpointed his position, they’d have a hell of a time trying to get up to him the same way. It was pretty dark, after all. It was only then that Reis decided to speak. No matter who the person was, he felt that he was safely out of their reach, and could question them a little. If they were hostile, it would be simple for him to escape. He was a slippery kobold. Whoever was down there wasn’t. “Hmm. . . I think not. I somewhat value my life, you see.” Reis frowned at his high, somewhat raspy voice. He hated how it had changed since his transformation. It made it that much harder for him to be taken seriously. Still, it wasn’t as if he could do anything about it. “Might I ask, who are you? I was originally under the assumption that I was the only one who was foolish enough to come all the way out here.” Reis moved as he talked, climbing a little higher up the shelf. If he got her to talk, he’d be able to get a good idea of her position as well. “I was wrong, it would seem. Have I done something to offend you so? It isn’t often that I get death threats.” The lizard snickered. “Well, not nowadays, at least.”
  11. The storm outside was once more roaring. It was just as well that Reis had scrambled into the building when he did - the rain itself was bad, but the kobold hadn't wanted to take his chances out there for much longer. The tropical weather could grow even more intense - and perhaps fatal - in the blink of an eye. If he didn't become lost in the thick sheets of rain, there was also the very real possibility that a flash flood could occur. Khada had only seen a few in his lifetime, and all of them had been near the shores of Europe, during the Spring and Summer. He'd never seen such a vast amount of vegetation in one place, however. Perhaps this was one of those tropical jungles he'd heard so much about from travelers back home. There was no chance of it being anything else. . . Of course, Reis would have taken his chances with the flood if it meant escaping a constant onslaught of monsters, which seemed to be a common occurrence in Biazo Isle. The kobold shook the water off of his scales like a wet dog, before patting himself down. His long coat was soaked, and the black tunic underneath wasn't in much better condition. Reis was glad that he'd been carrying his essential gear in his waterproofed pack, which he had strapped to his back. That was a precaution he had constantly took, in the past as a human, and now. Reis peeled his goggles off of his face and blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the warehouse. That was a perk that he rather enjoyed about his new form - it was easy to move around in pure darkness. It made things much harder on his eyes in broad daylight, though, hence his eyewear. It took just a few seconds for Reis to get his bearings and begin creeping around the old warehouse. The building wasn't small at all - from where he was, Reis assumed that the building was around 30,000 square feet, with old steel shelves, and many crates and boxes scattered about. It was already clear that this place had been emptied somewhat - lots of the crates and boxes were tipped on their side and/or open. A few crates here and there had been completely destroyed for whatever they had originally held, their frames splintered and ruined. Anything else looked like it was nailed shut. Reis cursed aloud, then covered his mouth. He first berated himself for his lack of cautiousness. He berated himself again for not ever purchasing some sort of crowbar. He had originally been against having one, as one couldn't quietly open something with a crowbar. Now, though, he was regretting that decision. The kobold would just have to do things the hard way. Sighing, he swung his pack off of his back, and to the ground. There was most certainly something else he had that could get one of the large crates open, if need be. Reis was in the process of rummaging through his belongings when he heard a thud. The thief froze. It could have been anything. From where he was, the storm could still be heard going full force. A tree could have fallen, or something could have just been thrown into the wall outside. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. But it had been a long day, and Khada Reis was such a trusting soul. Reis calmly turned his attention back to his pack. He dug through it for a moment longer, before pulling out what looked like a pair of pliers. There was no need for the thief to draw attention to himself by using his industrial - grade drill to bust through one of the crates. Some of the boxes were padlocked, while others required combinations to unlock. He could crack those open first, using his pliers and lock picks. Reis closed his backpack, and slung it back onto his shoulders, before standing up and stretching. His arm involuntarily twitched, allowing the knife he kept hidden in his sleeve to drop down. He closed his paw around the handle, then raised his arm, allowing the knife to slide back into place. He was getting twitchy again. That wouldn't do. The thief hardly ever hurt anyone during his endeavors; It wasn't in his nature to attack others, and he usually used his knives for self-defense. Still, he'd do what he had to do to stay alive. No monster was touching his scales today. Reis walked much slower now, keeping to the darkest parts of the warehouse to minimize his presence. Sure, the howling wind that could be heard from the many broken windows made it difficult for anyone to hear anything so subtle as footsteps, but reis wasn't taking any chances. Not this time, at least. Monsters. . . Scared him. After a few minutes of walking in the dark, Reis came up on a crate that seemed fairly intact. Instead of attempting to open it, though, the thief ducked behind it, holding his pliers at the ready. He wanted to wait a little longer before he went ahead and started his search for objects, magical or not. If there was a a chance that someone else was in the building with him, no matter how little, he would wait until the other made their presence known. One way or another. After all, thieves could only for so long before they decided to begin looting, couldn't they? Yes, the same could be said for Reis, but he liked to think that he had little more control over his impulses. Whoever was potentially inside had apparently already made a little noise on the way in. Anyone who made a mistake like that couldn't be too skilled, then. . .
  12. In all eleven years of Khada Reis's relatively short career as a thief, he had not once wavered in his tasks. A fine challenge, that, seeing as he'd been stealing since he was ten. During that period of time, Reis had seen and heard many strange things, many of which the man had never been able to prove true or false. Being a thief, Reis had kept an ear to the sky for anything related to gold, rare artifacts, strange foreign delicacies, and anything else worth the thief's time. Occasionally, he heard things that begged further questioning. For instance, back on Earth, a lord in the far East that apparently owned a dragon egg, kept safe deep underground. That had been false; In actuality, the egg had just been a large, unpolished sapphire. Very valuable, but nothing in comparison to what a real dragon egg would have brought in. Another instance of this was an odd rumor involving magic amulets that were being transported from the sea, guarded by a couple dozen armed troops. It had been a half-truth. There were soldiers, but no amulets. The point was that Reis hardly ever backed down from challenges, or mysterious finds, even if it ended up being a waste of time. He had known that it could potentially be his undoing, but he hadn't thought much of it except for a select few occurrences. Like today, for instance It had started with a tip. Khada Reis had been a little busy worrying about his new predicament for a few weeks by then, unsure of what to do. Instead of a thin, dark-haired young man, he was now an even thinner, red, short bipedal lizard that people around him kept calling a "kobold". Reis didn't know what that meant yet, but based off of the thinly - veiled looks of annoyance and distrust, he guessed that they weren't the most noble of creatures. Instead of worrying about that, he'd just thrown a coat on and tried to ignore it all. Then had come the shock of the new world he'd found himself in, with it's. . . energy. And technology. And magic. The less said about that, the better. Still, Reis had begun to cope. He still had his own equipment. He'd simply begun to look for projects he could undertake, mainly anything that involved making money quick. He'd offered his skills to anyone who seemed like they knew what they wanted (to have stolen for them), which was how he'd come across the name of Terrenus. Specifically, a place they called “Bi'le'ah”. Reis hadn't read too much into the place, but it was apparently an old, ruined city known for it's destruction and its strange (and mostly dangerous) magic occurrences. It was more than halfway across the map of Valucre. A completely ridiculous expedition. The lizard couldn't help himself. After three trips by airship, and a long land trip, he'd found himself in Biazo Isle, ready to enter this ruined city full of danger and items. With the benefit of hindsight, Reis figured that he shouldn't have bypassed the large city of Aspyn in his excitement. If he hadn't, he might have known about the more specific dangers that awaited travelers there. For instance, giant, nightmarish spiders. Or flash storms of ice - or fire. The former was particularly terrifying to Reis, as one of them had chased the kobold for the majority of the day. It had only broken off when a sudden thunderstorm sprung up, allowing him to escape. Barely. Khada Reis was currently on the very outskirts of Bi'le'ah - or Biazo City, it was occasionally called - surveying the mess from afar. It truly was a wreck. From his position, partially hidden in the brush, he could just barely make out signs of a clear sky in the distance, choked out by dark clouds which continuously poured out rain, like a waterfall from the heavens. Reis didn’t know it could even rain that much. Off to the left, there were the remains of several large buildings, and the beginnings of a large tower, which had long since been toppled by the crush of greenery that was common in the area. Besides that, nothing much was obvious. Khada sighed, scratching the tip of his snout idly. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting. It was like a post-apocalyptic landscape, rather than the ruins he’d expected as a kid. A pity. But there was work to be done. With a grunt, the kobold got to his feet, joints clicking as he stretched. He’d been crouching there for around two hours by then, trying to remain hidden from anything that might have been in the area. During that time, he’d seen a few more odd creatures, all of which he couldn’t fully describe. Luckily, the group seemed to have lost interest in the area and left. It was now or never. Khada was certain that the city was fairly large, so he’d start with the smallest buildings, which were close to him. After that, it would be the arduous task of trying to navigate the alleys and ruined streets, trying to uncover anything useful that he could nab and sell. He’d make a more detailed plan on the fly. That was just his style. Hopefully nothing went wrong. . . A common occurrence in an area like this. Reis corrected himself. Hopefully he didn’t die. With a quick intake of breath, the kobold stepped out of his hiding spot, glancing around a couple times before beginning his slow crawl towards the closest building, which seemed to have been some sort of storehouse of sorts. Perhaps things were built in this area of the city. . . Reis didn't get too far before things began to take a turn for the worse once more. The wind was shifting. It was only a slight change, but noticeable enough to make the lizard dash the last hundred feet into the storehouse. It was still storming, but Reis feared that something else was brewing. It just didn't feel right. Perhaps Reis was just paranoid. Still, the wind was steadily picking up. . . And buckets were changing into tubs as the rain came down impossibly harder. The kobold glared upwards as droplets of water pounded down on the ceiling. With his luck so far, he wouldn't have been surprised if the ceiling collapsed. . . Of course, he'd survive, only to end up in a worse situation. That was just his sort of luck today.
  13. Righty, then! I'll put that up - shortly. Just gotta format it correctly. . .
  14. That could work out! Khada probably heard about said specific item(s) beforehand, if that's the case. Or, of course, he just happened upon them while he was there - it would probably be the former, though, as he isn't usually one to randomly go stealing unknown, random things. (I keep forgetting that Khada is a more simplistic thief - he steals whichever object is the most valuable, then sells it/keeps it for himself. He doesn't usually do jobs.) (adgfdfga Almost forgot to confirm - We post this in Biazo Isle, right or wrong? (Or just the "Terrenus" forum? Want to be sure before just doing it.))
  15. Ah, alrighty then! Tana it is! As for the type of interaction. . . I was immediately interested in Biazo City, per supernal's suggestion. Yes, looting it. Not saying that Khada would put anything before his own family or (existing) friends, but hey. A guy's gotta make a living in the meantime, and old habits die hard. (And, as an added bonus, there's likely going to be consequences to stealing from the city in the first place! Hooray!) It isn't so impossible to believe that Reis and Tana would be recruited for the same job, stealing from there. (Or. Y'know. Reis could have just been looting it for the sake of having something to sell/use, no employer involved. He tends to do that. Take your pick.) Were you fine with the ruins - looting route, Cacti?
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