Who

Ryott, Evgeny

What

By pure bad luck, Evgeny comes across Ryott while she's supposed to be working in secret much to her growing irritation.

Profanity

When

It is afternoon of the nineteenth day of the first month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Shadowed Alley, Caravan Grounds, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 24 May 2018 04:00

 

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"So what's up short shit? Out doing things you ought not?"


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Shadowed Alley

The moonlight casts fitful beams of light into the area, spreading hopeful fingers towards the alley's adobe walls, but fail to reach its depths. Instead soupy darkness coat the walls and uneven pavement of the fetid passageway, and the midden's usual stench is strong as it competes with the spices and musk from the animal enclosures. A fitful gleam from a nearby corner's torch lends a half-life to crude graffiti on the walls, an uneasy mishmosh of stick-people and malformed dragons. Further on, a maze of small walkways and tiny houses choke off any attempts at casual identification of location, and what scurries in the true darkness have even the tunnelsnakes fleeing.

It is the seventy-ninth day of Winter and 32 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.


It's supper time in the Zingari camp, but Ryott is once again missing from around the communal fire. A sharp eye might have been able to catch her grab a pack from the resident dorm after her last class and slip off in the direction of the Bazaar. Some time later, she is made her way to the Shadowed Alley, dressed in her standard sneaking outfit, several layers of charcoal and dark grey clothes, bundled against the cold with a knit cap pulled over her ears. Her blues have been dogging her mark and his less savoury associates while she was in class, and she had gotten an image from them that all three men were meeting at this very moment. Becoming one with the deep shadows around her, Ryott slips into and through them without so much as a sound, breath kept even but shallow, her ebony eyes sharp as she makes her way towards the hushed voices just up ahead, though they aren't in visual range yet.

Evgeny hadn't been around the communal fire either, in fact, far from it. He's just left Rosie's a few moments ago, wanting to sample something of a different flavor than Zingari. The young man did not walk away disappointed, but has decided that the Zingari escorts are a bit more…imaginative. He's been wandering the bazaar since, buying redfruit here, a trinket there, lifting more than a few pockets everywhere. And it's not so much Ryott that Evgeny notices but her blues, whom he's come to know on sight. Following, he becomes shadow and silence itself, melting into his surroundings with a skill borne of long practice.

Finally Ryott manages to make her way to a shadowed corner and it sounds like the voices are coming from just on the other side of it. Hugging the wall, she gets right up to the edge and strains to listen to the hushed voices, moving out of the darkest of the shadows, but in enough of a covered nook that she should hear anyone long before they sneak up on her. Trouble and Strife are perched discreetly in various hidey holes, watching intently the three men and relaying images back to their humanpet.

Evgeny makes his way up to the rooftops, crawling along his belly now that he's spotted where flying 'lizards landed. Putting himself in the deep shadow of a higher roof's overhang, he crawls to the edge of his rooftop and just barely peeks over it's edge. His ears prick to alert as he too, listens in. Eyes search for Ryott, though on the first sweep they do not catch her. What they do catch is a meeting of men. Oh ho! What is this? The young spyling smells a juicy catch. What secrets be whispered here? He has a feeling he's about to find out.

The obvious merchant of the group, is looking through a various small satchels, opening them each in turn, sometimes giving them a smell or a taste even, before closing them back up. The other two men are rough with a capital R. They wear no knots and look more like bandits than honest traders and they carry several rucksacks with them. Just the fact that they are doing business in this secluded part of the bazaar betrays the possibly illicit nature of their meeting. Ryott cranes her ear to listen further. They seem to be men of few words, once the goods have been inspected, the merchant makes his pick and then they haggle back and forth, the prices seem ridiculously low for what looks like a dozen bags of spices. Curiously, the well-dressed man doesn't inquire as to the source of the product, and the not-so-well-dressed men are certainly not talking more than absolutely necessary. Once the marks exchange hands, the three don't linger. The merchant is off in one direction, and the two ruffians in another. Thinking to follow the merchant a little more freely, Ryott uses the worn surface of the wall she was leaning on to quickly scramble up onto the rooftop.

Evgeny is hyperfocused on the transaction below, his spyling mind working at what could be in the spice sacks. He's confused by the low prices and the rough look of the sellers. Low grade stolen spices? Herbal poisons? What could this be? Evgeny is torn, he wants to follow both merchant and sellers, but then his sharp hearing picks up the scrabbles of someone climbing the wall and keen eyes peer down. There is his intended target. Scooting backward and melding into the deep shadow once more, Evgeny awaits Ryott's arrival on the rooftop. No wonder he hadn't seen her, he'd been practically on top of her. What is the short shit up to? He wonders, pulling his dark hood and face scarf down, wouldn't do to be seen before he wants to be seen.

Once she's gained the rooftops, Ryott adjusts her pack and moves to the edge to peer down. With a thought to her blues she sends them again after the ruffians, they are very familiar with the pair now. The Merchant is spied winding his way through the narrow labyrinth of alleys back towards the main Bazaar. Casting a quick look around, her eyes scanning right over Evgeny without picking him out of the deep shadows before she begins to follow after the man. Her steps are as sure as ever, she moves with speed, often running along the very edge of the roofs, or along narrow ledges. Balancing easily over planks used as makeshift bridges to cross from one rooftop to the next. At one point, she even leaps over a three foot gap, clearing it with little problem. When she drops from one level to a lower one, she executes a tight roll, and comes back up on her feet. When she finally ends her chase, she sees that he's merely led them right back to his shop, where the man unlocks the door and disapears inside with his newly aquired wares. Finding her now familiar vantage point, Ryott perches on the edge of the roof, swathed in shadow from a nearby wall. Watching and waiting, she's been doing a lot of it in the last few seven.

Evgeny gives Ryott a few seconds of head start before following silently behind her. She keeps a good clip and it's actually a bit of work to keep up with the scrappy girl. Once he sees her perch, however, he falls back, observing himself for a moment. His curiosity is piqued. But after a good few minutes of just watching Ryott watch the merchant's shop, Evgeny is restless. He checks about, keen eyesight not seeing the blues about. Silent as the night and illusive as wind, he moves up to the young spyling. When he's close enough he'll lean down, ever so carefully, an attempt at not disturbing the air and it works, mostly. "What are you doin' short shit?" He'll murmur next to her ear, a lazy smirk on his lips as he prepares for retaliation.

There isn't much that can take Ryott by surprise, she's never been easy to startle. But the whole of her concentration is so focused that she doesn't hear or sense her fellow spyling coming up behind her. She doesn't cry out, oh no. Quick as a snake, Ryott pivots in her crouch, her hand flashing and then freezing just a fingerlength from Evgeny's cheek. Between her fingers, a simple dart, but made more menancing by the dark stain smeared on the end of it. Her dark eyes are nearly hidden under the intense hooding of her brooding brows, furrowed into a totally uncharacteristic mask of fury. Ryott is not happy to see Evgeny and it's more than obvious. Hissing through clenched teeth, Ryott takes the direct approach, "Fuck…Off." If that doesn't work to move the older teen back, she will stand and basically herd him back from the edge of the roof where they can talk more freely.

Evgeny is already dancing backward when Ryott spins around, however, that glint of temper has him raising his brows at her. His soft chuckle can be heard in the air as he leans against a roof stack in the shadows and stares Ryott down. "Oh I've done plenty of that tonight already Ryott, I'm for a new set of games now." He points at Ryott, twirling his fingers in a circle as he does. "You! I want to know what you are doing out in this dark dusty alley when you //should/ be back at camp eating, or attending PT?" It's a near brotherly tone he affects, but really, it's just Evgeny being nosy. "So what's up short shit? Out doing things you ought not?"

"I have half a candlemark until PT," Ryott says, her tone dropping again to one more common to the girl, but there's a hint of exasperation in it as well. "It's obviously none of your business so why would I be dumb enough to tell you anything?" she asks genuinely puzzled at that as she crosses her arms over her chest and just glares at him with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Evgeny chuckles and polishes his knuckles againsr his chest, looking the picture of relaxed masculinity. "Because you're obviously not where you should be kiddo. That's why." Evegeny knows the surveillance areas are and who's on what shifts, he doesn't remember Ryott being assigned this section of the bazaar. He knows nothing of her true activities, and at least his guess if off. Though he certainly thinks he's right, and he is, to a point. Right?

Ryott shakes her head with a sigh, an exagerated roll of her eyes showing just what she thinks of Evgeny's deductions. He's not exactly wrong, but wild runners couldn't drag that confession out of the short spyling girl. "You're not my keeper. Why don't you just shuffle off to Javid like a good snitch and tell on me too while you're at it?" her words are softly taunting, as if daring him to. "Maybe then you'll learn to mind your own fucking business," she says with a sneering smirk, her slightly cryptic words dark with meaning.

Evgeny snickers. "But where's the fun in that shorty?" Snitching to Javid would only end this interesting adventure. "No, I'm not your keeper, thank Faranth for that." He sighs, effecting an air of boredom. "But the night is young yet, for me and I have nothing better to do. Besides, aren't we basiclly training to be in other people's business? Let's call this practice."

Ryott doesn't really care about being called short shit, she's not that quick to let her anger flare. Even now when all she wants is for Evgeny to fall off the roof go away, her primary visible emotion is pure indifference. "You really wanna watch me watching some shop for the rest of the evening? This is prime grifting time…you're losing marks by being here," she remarks with an impassive lopsided shrug, as if she's not going to try and stop him if that's what he really wants to do.

Evgeny just raises a brow at Ryott, if it can be seen under the dork hood. "I've done more than well enough for one evening." It's easy to lift a purse when it's owner is otherwise entertained and not paying attention, or so drunk the never wake at being touched. Aye, Evgeny had made out like a bandit at Rosies, leaving richer than he'd come in, and he's played, too. As to watching Ryott, well, "Like I said, I don't have nothin' better to do right now." And pestering Ryott sounds fun.

Nope. Ryott's not letting him win that easily. With a silent call to Strife, the spyling, sets the lighter blue to watching the shop while his darker brother continues to watch the rough pair. "Fine. Then I'm heading back to Camp. I have a bit of time before PT, maybe grab some food," she says with a flash of smugness mixed into her in his direction. If he's going to insist, she can't continue her surveillance any more this evening. She's taking the need for discretion about her activities to near fanatical levels. Javid made her aware of the dangers of taking up the unauthorized work and she's not about to let this lanky git of a spyling ruin it for her. So hitching her pack further up her shoulder, she begins the trek back to the Zingari camp, not even bluffing.

Evgeny grins, knowing that he just messed up something for the young spyling. He's so intent on Ryott, he doesn't really notice her blue arriving. No matter, he's having fun picking at the youngster. WHen she starts heading back to camp, he follows. "Hmmm, a full stomach right before Pt? Yeah that's a good idea Shorty, should I be there with some water when you make yourself sick?" Ok, now Evgeny is just being an ass, but, seeing if he can get a rise out of Ryott has near become a game to the young man.

With a long suffering sigh, Ryott rolls her eyes near hard enough to send them spinning. "You sure you're not sweet on me Evgeny? You know stalking isn't exactly a wooing technique right?" she quips over her shoulders as she drops a couple feet to the next rooftop with a soft grunt, but she barely breaks her stride. "Did I say I was going to stuff myself? What do you take me for? A Rookie?" she scoffs with sardonic laughter as they come to the edge of the rooftops, the caravan grounds stretching before them. Slipping between two buildings, she scurries down the wall and then ambles in the direction of the cooking fire. Not once on her trek back does she look back to see if he's following.

Evgeny wrinkles his nose up and snorts. "Perfectly sure shorty. I don't go after little kids." That is pretty disgusting after all. At her next, Evgeny rolls his eyes. "Of course I look at you that way, you are a rookie after all. He has no issues keeping up with Ryott, headed the same way just because he can. when they reach the cookfires he gets a cup of klah and just trails Ryott to annoy her.

Ryott is trying really, really hard not to let Evgeny's trailing of her irritate her. Moving to the food table, she grabs herself a redfruit and some bread and cheese on a plate. She narrows her eyes briefly when he calls her a little kid but other than that shows no signs of her growing annoyance. "I've been here almost a turn," is her response to being called a Rookie, well closer to 10 months, but who's counting? Finding a table for herself around the periphery of the communal dining area, she plops her plate down and begins munching down, still actively ignoring the older spyling, hoping he will take the hint and leave her alone.

Evgeny plops down across from Ryott, having got a redfruit on the way and crunches into it. "You're still a rookie." He sips some klah and goes for another bite of redfruit. Now he just stares, as if trying to work out a jigsaw puzzle, and in a way, he is. Yes Ryott. Be annoyed. Be very annoyed.

"Whatever," Ryott scoffs with a hearty roll of her eyes before popping a piece of soft cheese into her mouth. She continues to consume her light snack, until the feeling of him starring at her is just too much and she lifts her flashing ebony eyes up at him, "What? Is your life so boring you need to follow a rookie around for kicks then? Or are you hoping for tips on your pickpocketing technique?" she snaps coldly, her irritation coming out unbidden in her tone.

Evgeny laughs and shakes his head. "No, it's just fun to piss you off." Another crunching bite to the redfruit and an appearance of Evgeny's signature smirk.

"Keep pissing me off and I will show you just how fun it is," Ryott says with a dangerously low voice, even in it's delivery, but with ominous warning clear. She hopes his obsession with her will wane eventually, but right now she has other things to attend to. "So gotta go to PT now, you wanna come and watch me change into my workout gear perv?" she asks with a sneer before heading in the direction of the Residents Wagon.

Evgeny snerks. "I'd rather not." As if he'd see something gross or something. "Think I'll stay and eat." Evgeny knows when to quit, even if the game amuses him to no end. He doesn't seem the least bit disturbed by her threat though.

That's fine. Ryott is already considering creative ways to dissuade him from further pestering as she picks up her pace to a light jog, she can't afford to be late to PT.

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