Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2023 15:26:24 GMT -6
I'm Blinded by these heroes and theives at my door. I can't seem to tell them apart anymore
"It's beautiful."
It was a warm summer day in the field outside of Kohlingen. The remains of a picnic lay by their sided as Locke pulled out the necklace from his pocket. It glinted it's silver gleam right into Locke's eye but he smiled through the pain at the reaction it received. Quickly he leaned over to clasp it around her throat with a satisfying click to ensure the trinket was secure around his treasure. She clasped at her breast before lifting to look at the chains.
"Eh, what can I say," he blushed looking away sheepishly. What he wanted to say was not as beautiful as you, but instead he said. "It's not nearly good enough for you though, one day I'll find something that is," he replied before looking back over to her. He scooted closer cupping her cheek softly. "I'll never let anything happen to you," Locke said bore leaning in.
~
Locke was snapped from the memory as the kitchen door slammed open. He quickly stashed the necklace into a place on himself he wouldn't hope anyone would think to look before going back to looking like he was busy. The outfit he had "borrowed" from the server was about a size too small and he was constantly having to rearrange and tug at places so they wouldn't crawl up. Not to mention how itchy it was, he hadn't really looked the clothes over after subduing the man, but Locke hoped they weren't filled with some kind of bug. Still he tried to look the part of caterer all the same slapping some icing on some pastry and placing it on a platter.
The fancy pants dinner party in this big old mansion should be starting soon, and Locke would take an opportunity between the chaos of the kitchen to sneak into the other parts of the house. People really shouldn't announce their business out in the open town streets where anyone could hear. He had gotten lucky with the necklace as too many people were trusting with their valuables at the coat check in. Still, in a house like this with everyone focused on each other it was veritable gold mine as far as he was concerned. As he waited, he fiddle the hair pin in his pocket until he knew he had reasonable lockpick.
Locke waited a touch longer knowing if he flubbed his one chance the gig was up. As the moment failed to arrive, his thoughts turned to that young girl he had met at the auction. For as brash and stupid as she was, there was still no reason he was believing her story of another world. He may not know *where* he was but nothing had indicated he couldn't be in somewhere in the Empire. Who knew what fancy schmancy things they had up in a place like that. He knew he wasn't in the capital of Vector though. Torensten. Torensten. He tried to rack his brain of maps he had seen but most of the maps he committed to memory lead to treasure.
Finally, the waiters came and picked up his less than stellar looking pastries with a side eye to him and he was told to go wash up before the next course. Locke nodded before slipping into the hallway quickly taking of the gloves he had been using to pipe custard. He may have sticky fingers, but stick evidence was never a good thing. He had listened to the little bit from the guards that they'd be manning the entrances, so hopefully they would all be focused on the party instead of the rest of the house. With that, Locke creeped up the servant stairs and into the first room he found, a beautiful library. Wondering how much or if there were any rare tomes, he began to devise how he'd fit any on ahis escape if he couldn't find anything more pocketable to borrow without permission.
It was a warm summer day in the field outside of Kohlingen. The remains of a picnic lay by their sided as Locke pulled out the necklace from his pocket. It glinted it's silver gleam right into Locke's eye but he smiled through the pain at the reaction it received. Quickly he leaned over to clasp it around her throat with a satisfying click to ensure the trinket was secure around his treasure. She clasped at her breast before lifting to look at the chains.
"Eh, what can I say," he blushed looking away sheepishly. What he wanted to say was not as beautiful as you, but instead he said. "It's not nearly good enough for you though, one day I'll find something that is," he replied before looking back over to her. He scooted closer cupping her cheek softly. "I'll never let anything happen to you," Locke said bore leaning in.
~
Locke was snapped from the memory as the kitchen door slammed open. He quickly stashed the necklace into a place on himself he wouldn't hope anyone would think to look before going back to looking like he was busy. The outfit he had "borrowed" from the server was about a size too small and he was constantly having to rearrange and tug at places so they wouldn't crawl up. Not to mention how itchy it was, he hadn't really looked the clothes over after subduing the man, but Locke hoped they weren't filled with some kind of bug. Still he tried to look the part of caterer all the same slapping some icing on some pastry and placing it on a platter.
The fancy pants dinner party in this big old mansion should be starting soon, and Locke would take an opportunity between the chaos of the kitchen to sneak into the other parts of the house. People really shouldn't announce their business out in the open town streets where anyone could hear. He had gotten lucky with the necklace as too many people were trusting with their valuables at the coat check in. Still, in a house like this with everyone focused on each other it was veritable gold mine as far as he was concerned. As he waited, he fiddle the hair pin in his pocket until he knew he had reasonable lockpick.
Locke waited a touch longer knowing if he flubbed his one chance the gig was up. As the moment failed to arrive, his thoughts turned to that young girl he had met at the auction. For as brash and stupid as she was, there was still no reason he was believing her story of another world. He may not know *where* he was but nothing had indicated he couldn't be in somewhere in the Empire. Who knew what fancy schmancy things they had up in a place like that. He knew he wasn't in the capital of Vector though. Torensten. Torensten. He tried to rack his brain of maps he had seen but most of the maps he committed to memory lead to treasure.
Finally, the waiters came and picked up his less than stellar looking pastries with a side eye to him and he was told to go wash up before the next course. Locke nodded before slipping into the hallway quickly taking of the gloves he had been using to pipe custard. He may have sticky fingers, but stick evidence was never a good thing. He had listened to the little bit from the guards that they'd be manning the entrances, so hopefully they would all be focused on the party instead of the rest of the house. With that, Locke creeped up the servant stairs and into the first room he found, a beautiful library. Wondering how much or if there were any rare tomes, he began to devise how he'd fit any on ahis escape if he couldn't find anything more pocketable to borrow without permission.
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