Who

Silounas, Ryott

What

Nothing like a nice evening stroll through the back alleys of the bazaar, that's Ryott's story and nothing Silounas can say will make her change it.

When

It is sunset of the tenth day of the eleventh month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Cantina Back Alley, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 01 May 2018 04:00

 

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"Shards, your life must suck if you spend your free time lurking about in what's essentially a latrine."


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Cantina Back Alley

A little too quiet, a little too dim. The alleyway behind the Dustbowl is not… unpleasant, exactly: the tavern staff have a little raised garden, and the brickwork of the ancient buildings all around offers a subtle beauty, with raised arches leading into little courtyards. And yet. There's something uncomfortable about the way the shadows linger here. Something distressing about the stink of the place, quite unrelated to the midden that lies at its end. Whatever else this alley might be, one thing is as certain as the goosebumps it gives: it's not a place for good little girls and boys.

It is the fortieth day of Autumn and 78 degrees. The small dark cloud has grown rapidly over night, covering the blue sky. It blows a furious rush of stirring wind. In a moment, the daylight is gone as visibility plummets. The clouds of stinging sand mercilessly flog all living things as the air itself turns against you. Every living thing chokes on sand and dust before escaping inside.


It was a dark and stormy night… or at least it had been. The sandstorm that rolled through earlier has at least died down enough that folks can walk through the streets without fear of having the skin flayed right off of them, although there is still an occasional eerie drone as the gusts blow through the bazaar, shaking up any shutters not tightly fastened down. And since people can stroll again, that means guards can patrol again! And so Silounas has found himself tasked with keeping a 'highly trained' eye on things with the very important beat of… the backside of the dust bowl. The young guardsman is taking a rather languid path through the debris that gathers whenever a storm rolls through, but doesn't seem to be in a hurry, taking a moment to just lean against one of the crates stacked in the alleyway, arms crossed and just watching for the moment, although its still too early for the normal assortment of drunks to have accumulated tonight.

Someone was getting a little antsy being cooped up in the resident wagon with the other spylings to wait out the storm. Once the winds had died down sufficiently, Ryott called her pair of blue firelizards to her and slipped out into the night for some good natured prowling to work of the antsy feeling that is making her skin crawl with the confinement. Wearing various shades of the darkest greys from head to foot, a dark shawl casting a deep shadow over her face. the spyling wanders from shadow to shadow down the back alley behind the cantina, her bare feet soundless in the sand that is covering nearly everything. Trouble and Strife are each perched on a shoulder, hunched down and quiet as she's trained them to be when doesn't want to be seen, even lidding faceted eyes so as not to attract any attention. Upon seeing the guard approching, Ryott decides a little exercise is in order and it's called, 'How close can she get to the guard before he notices her'.

It's a well known fact that even the Bazaar's shadows have shadows and all walls probably have some eyes and ears on them, but Silounas makes no indication that he's caught wind of any extra unusual shadows coming down the Alley way. In fact, he shifts ever so slightly on his impromptu-crate seat to get a better look at his thumbnail under the light of the double moons, but also positioning him so that the edge of his periphrial vision would be just about in the young spyling's path. And watch out, Ryott. With all that sand recently blown in, the footing might be a bit more uncertain than normal.

Ryott has all the confidence of a foolhardy youth, so of course there is no way this could go wrong. Sliding from one pool of shadow to the next, her near ebony eyes lock on the guard as the teen traverses the sand covered alley, her toes fanning out in the sand, trying to keep her footing as secure as possible but catching her breath when the sand shifts with the barest of noise on a couple occasions. She's not trying for speed, merely stealth as she ducks behind a stack of barrels just a couple lengths from him, hugging the bricks with her back. With a silent command, she sends Trouble to peek his head over the top of the barrels and send her an image of what the guard is doing.

Two can play at the firelizard spy game. Or even four or five as the case may be today! Once the blue tries to peek over the gutters, a small trill comes from the tenebrous shadows of the gutter overhead that suddenly lurk out like wings because they are wings. Wings of a murky dark brown 'lizard that slowly wings his way over to land on Silounas' shoulder. The man gives the little fellow an affectionate enough rub on the head as he turns towards the barrels with a bit of a smirk on his face. "Shards, your life must suck if you spend your free time lurking about in what's essentially a latrine."

Silently cursing, Ryott shakes herself off as she schools her features into a mask of slightly annoyed teenage abivalence as she wanders out from behind the barrels, hands stuffed in her pants' pockets, shoulders slouched forward in her too big shirt. Her demeanor in no way indicates she was just slinking through shadows as she casually strolls closer to the guard, "Sup," she greets concisely before shrugging her shoulders non-chalantly. "Everyone needs hobbies." she remarks with a dry, deadpan tone eyes narrowing slightly to enchance the natural scowl of her dark brows.

Silounas gives the newly appeared kid a pretty thorough look over. Even as nonchalant as he might seem, he doesn't particularly want to be known as the guard that got bested by a barely pubescent girl. He does straighten up as the trader comes closer although hands are still across his chest for the moment as he gives Ryott one of those knowing eyebrow raises. "Hobbies, yeah? Shouldn't you be doing something like needlepoint instead of trying to get acclimated with the finest collection of piss the bazaar has to offer?" Topiltzin does like serving all his different craft brews! All that drink of course must lead to the call of nature eventually!

Ryott actually snorts at the idea of her doing something like needlepoint, a single derisive sound as the corner of one lip threatens to curl into a lopsided smirk. "Uh..no." she adds succintly as if it was at all necessary. "And why do you care anyway? Do I look like I'm causing trouble?" Oh she most definitely does, but her impassive face and tone speak of someone who is merely taking an evening stroll, albeit a not very fragrant one, and nothing more. "The smell don't much bother me, I've smelled worse." she remarks dismissively as she reaches up to run a hand over the soft brush of her closely cropped hair.

"I care," And Silounas draws out that word as if the very act of it might be in doubt, "Because it's my job to take note of the unusual. Little girls lurking in dirty alleyways behind bars is unusual." He gives a bit of a careless one shouldered shrug. The other remains stationary so as not to upset the firelizard. "And honestly, yeah. You look like a pickpocket if I ever saw one. It takes some effort to get clothes all in that particular collection of dark, but carefully not black." He nods towards Ryott's garb.

The only outward sign of Ryott's annoyance with being called a little girl, is a slight crease right between hooded eyebrows. His observations regarding her garb does garner a single raised brow as she tilts her head in his direction. "That interesting, that of all the reasons I could have for being dressed this way, and your mind went right to pickpocket. Huh." she goes silent again as she gives him a long once-over. "As a matter of fact, grey just happens to suit me." she will remark as her dark eyes meet his with an unblinking stare.

Silounas just shrugs again, as his smirk grows a little more pronounced at the signs of her growing annoyance. "When your a hammer, every problem looks like a nail." That is PROBABLY not how that saying was meant to be used, but he delivers it with such confidence and a subtle head nod on the last word. "When you're a guard…" He draws it out and points to his own chest. "Everybody who isn't where they should be seems like a potential miscreant!" And while he's not pointing any fingers at the moment, his eyes are firmly placed on Ryott. He'll totally take up that staring contest.

Ryott has to puzzle her way through Silounas' use of that saying, not sure if it means what he thinks it means, she thought she was talking to a guard not a harper. A slow nods of realization accompanies his explanation, "Uh huh…" she intones as a placeholder as she organizes her thoughts briefly. "So I was a pickpocket now I'm downgraded to mere miscreant. That's almost insulting." Y'know, if she actually was a pickpocket, which she is neither confirming or denying in any way shape or form, just speaking in hypotheticals here.

This particular guard might just be pretty enough to pass for a harper instead of someone that earns a living by possibly putting his face in harm's way, but nah. Silounas is definitely not a harper. You don't want to hear him attempt to sing. "Pickpockets are a type of miscreant. You could be both. I never said you weren't both." He raises an eyebrow as he stares at her again, almost willing her to actually confirm or deny those suspicions. Or do something action worthy. Sitting on crates can get boring, but it's better than actively patroling!

"That is true." Ryott agrees with the technical definition of a pickpocket as a miscreant, but flicks her fingers in dimissal, staring away with those dark eyes of hers, "I never said I was either. You're the one doing all the speculatin' Mister guard man. I maintain I was merely out for a leisurely stroll when I was deatined by a guard because he seemed to object to how I was dressed." That's a lot of big words for a young teen. Her smirk deepens as she leans forward just a little bit, hands clasped behind her back. "You do know someone has to actually do something wrong before you get to harrass them right?" Her choice of words speak to sarcasm, but the girl's little rant is delivered with an unreadable deadpan tone.

Silounas looks at Ryott, then down at his own crossed arms and back to the girl. "I'm pretty sure I also have to get up in order to try and detain some one. It ain't my fault you couldn't resist my pretty face and just decided to drag out your time in this alley way." He runs one hand through that perfectly feathery hair of his before settling back down again. "Although I hate to break it to you, it was never going to work out between us. You're way too young. Plus, I tend to like my women to actually you know, look like women." And by the look he's throwing toward Ryott's cropped hair, that probably means someone with hair longer than his own. "And if you don't want to be 'harassed'" the guard does throw out the whole finger quotes with that, "You're perfectly free to leave this alley way." And ends with a little shooing motion as if to encourage her to just take her own little sullen self home, or at least anywhere else.

Ryott actually lets out a belly laugh at the idea that she was lured here by his pretty face, even going so far to slap her knee at the hillarity of his suggestion, "Oh that's a good one. I'm a fucking kid," with a foul mouth it seems, "And even I know a pretty face isn't good for much. As if I would even go there." she shudders and makes a retching noise, still firmly entrenched in her 'Ewwwww boys' stage and holding on for dear life. As for not being his 'type' that seems to suit her just fine. "Oh so you mean I just have to keep hacking off my hair to keep from being accosted by pervy old guys like you? Done!" she says emphatically as she rubs her hand indulgently over the short bristle. "Free to go am I then? Well, it was sure pleasant to meet ya sir, maybe I'll see ya around." Or maybe he won't if Ryott keeps working on her sneaking skills. With a backwards wave of her hand, the spyling continues her unhurried saunter down the alleyway until she once again slips into shadow and is gone.

Silounas lets out a brief snicker as it seems the sullen teen face can quickly receed back into the 'ewww! boys got cooties!' girl. "Sure, cut it off or whatever the fuck you want." He gives a very dismissive wave as she starts to head out before tacking on a holler of "Don't pick any pockets on your way home!" And with enough Official Guardy Business (TM) done for the moment, Silounas makes for the back door of the Cantina to see about getting something to drink. Wouldn't do to pass out of dehydration halfway through a patrol!

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