| Subject: Re: Cloak and Dagger |
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Nim "The Mouse"
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Date Posted: 16:43:25 05/10/06 Wed
In reply to:
Salty Bob
's message, "Cloak and Dagger" on 16:29:32 05/10/06 Wed
Nim: She was used to the type, though most sea dogs knew not to 'sneak' up on her like that, but then, they were hardly sneaking, were they? Still, just to be safe, a dagger slid from her sleeve to her brown palm and she kept her arm under her cloak.
She checked her stride and her eyes traced out the best escape pattern from these two presumptuous lads - towards those shipping crates that would be tipped over into their path, a quick pull up unto that awning and then up that pipe to the roof, jump that narrow gap to return her again to the Folly. There she could drop to the back door with her own key in hand. A yelp would bring her friends then and unlike she, most of them had no qualms about killing. However, one of them was speaking to her now so that changed everything.
Fetch: So I ask ye again.. ar ye one named mouse?
Nim: "Maybe," she responded after a long pause.
Fetch: ::if she says "aye.". the one named Fetch hands her a note::
Nim: She took the note slowly from 'Fetch,' her dark eyes flicked over his person in a such a keen yet sultry way that certain parts of him might rise to the occasion.
Her dark eyes pinned 'Fetch' again. "Your boss suggests you stop reading his notes, Sahib," she told him as she ran a thumb over the wax encrusted diamond." She folded the note and tucked it into her bodice. She knew the images that would place in these two's heads, and that is what she wanted - blood rushing to places other than their heads. "Tell the fine Mr. Morley this: I make no meetings on ships. If he learned of me through my friends then he would know why. If he learned of me through my enemies then it is clear why I should have no dealings with him. However..." She paused to chew on her lip.
This venture smelled wrong, all wrong, yet it also smelled of coin, and she was in need of coin. The Folly was not doing well and all of her many years of stash had been accidentally tied into that rotting tavern. (if you could call a poor bet an 'accident' - but that was how she saw it.) She then drew her hand out of her cape, but instead of the dagger she now held a pair of dice. The two before her might have flinched when she moved and might flinch again when she tossed the dice fairly high. She snatched them from the air and turned them to her other palm to read their numbers.
" However... If he wishes to meet me at my tavern," she pointed her chin in the direction of the Folly. "Then I will await him at midnight. Just him, no lackies. In turn the tavern will be empty, I'll make sure of that. Also, tell him to expect my price to be steep, should I even accept this 'touchy' job of his, since he comes to me without recomendation at all!
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