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In his wanderings through Colchis in the late afternoons and early evenings, just after he’d woken up from a full day of sleep, Khanh had come to this area of the housing district time and time again. After the whole ‘incident’ with Somra, he decided that she needed to prove her worth within the group. If she was going to be prudish, then she needed to be useful. Already she’d shown both him and Nahash that she had the skills but how did she do during the real thing? Both he and Nahash agreed that testing her before something as crucial as a real break in was necessary. Thus, he kept coming back here, where the neighborhood was quiet and the people appeared to be less militaristically inclined; a hard thing to find in Midas, he’d noticed.
So it was that evening that he set out with Akhmad and Somra. Nahash, Zai, and Tiye were tending to other business together. Khanh had taken a personal interest in Somra - whether that be crushing the life from her or actually helping her flourish? That was yet to be decided. He was still of two minds on that and depending on her own behavior, either perfectly well behaved himself, or a nightmare to deal with. He’d decided that her own life was in her hands. So if she gave him a good enough reason to kill her...he would. And he’d take Nahash’s punishment for it as well, but he didn’t think Nahash would kill him in retribution for a girl they didn’t know. It was a calculated risk. On the other hand, if Somra did well? That was only a benefit to the group.
The three of them left the hideout under cover of darkness, moving like shadows through the streets. They did not slink and skulk along buildings, as that was sure to attract attention, but walked in a little group as though they had business to complete, which they did. Khanh said nothing to either of them, having already made clear the instructions before they left, so that there would be no need for conversation. The plan was simple, break into a house that only had a single woman in it, as far as Khanh could tell. Of course there were servants and she did have a man living with her, the husband, he guessed, but the husband wasn’t always home. The man’s pattern was predictable and Khanh had chosen this night in particular as one when the husband was gone. A soldier of some type, but Khanh was not familiar enough with Greek anything to be able to guess rank or title.
Using hand signals, he directed them up the stairs and paths until they were poised outside of the woman’s home. All candles were extinguished and he took this as a sign that the woman was asleep, as well as her servants. Pulling Somra down with him to crouch in the bushes, Khanh didn’t do a thing to Akhmad. The man knew his own business well enough. Gripping Somra’s hair in order to pull her ear close so he could speak, Khanh whispered to her, pointing out the places he was talking about as he did so.
“Right there I believe is her bedroom,” he said as quietly as possible. His grip on Somra’s hair wasn’t meant to harm her, but it was meant to keep her right where he wanted her until he was done speaking. Niceties toward her were nearly gone, at this point. He’d begun to move towards either cold indifference or subtle bullying. Perhaps they could still be friends one day but...probably not. “Break into her house at the top, I will come in from the first floor, we meet, exchange items, and slip back out. Like a game.” Glancing up at Akhmad, he let Somra’s hair go. There were no instructions for Akhmad because Khanh didn’t need to issue them. They’d worked together long enough and on enough projects that Khanh didn’t think Akhmad needed telling what to do. If Somra stayed with them that long, this conversation between Khanh and herself also would not be happening in future. There also wouldn’t need to be games in order to test her, either, though Khanh did this often enough to stave off boredom.
He pulled out his mask and tied it over the bridge of his nose. It extended down to cover his mouth and up over his forehead, leaving only his eyes visible and in the dark? No one would know they weren’t Greek. If they were seen, hopefully they would be taken as Greek thieves. That was the idea, anyway. With a deft flick of his hand, he gestured to Somra with a go, go, hurry up! sort of gesture and crossed the street. It was no big thing to scale the fence. There were no dogs guarding the courtyard, which made this a lot easier and this time he did stick to the darkest portion of shadows as he dropped down from the wall. Crouching in the darkness, he waited, listening hard for any sounds of life besides his own heartbeat. When nothing stirred, he slipped up to the house, fiddled with the closed shutters, and moved into the house with all the ease of having done this a thousand times over elsewhere.
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In his wanderings through Colchis in the late afternoons and early evenings, just after he’d woken up from a full day of sleep, Khanh had come to this area of the housing district time and time again. After the whole ‘incident’ with Somra, he decided that she needed to prove her worth within the group. If she was going to be prudish, then she needed to be useful. Already she’d shown both him and Nahash that she had the skills but how did she do during the real thing? Both he and Nahash agreed that testing her before something as crucial as a real break in was necessary. Thus, he kept coming back here, where the neighborhood was quiet and the people appeared to be less militaristically inclined; a hard thing to find in Midas, he’d noticed.
So it was that evening that he set out with Akhmad and Somra. Nahash, Zai, and Tiye were tending to other business together. Khanh had taken a personal interest in Somra - whether that be crushing the life from her or actually helping her flourish? That was yet to be decided. He was still of two minds on that and depending on her own behavior, either perfectly well behaved himself, or a nightmare to deal with. He’d decided that her own life was in her hands. So if she gave him a good enough reason to kill her...he would. And he’d take Nahash’s punishment for it as well, but he didn’t think Nahash would kill him in retribution for a girl they didn’t know. It was a calculated risk. On the other hand, if Somra did well? That was only a benefit to the group.
The three of them left the hideout under cover of darkness, moving like shadows through the streets. They did not slink and skulk along buildings, as that was sure to attract attention, but walked in a little group as though they had business to complete, which they did. Khanh said nothing to either of them, having already made clear the instructions before they left, so that there would be no need for conversation. The plan was simple, break into a house that only had a single woman in it, as far as Khanh could tell. Of course there were servants and she did have a man living with her, the husband, he guessed, but the husband wasn’t always home. The man’s pattern was predictable and Khanh had chosen this night in particular as one when the husband was gone. A soldier of some type, but Khanh was not familiar enough with Greek anything to be able to guess rank or title.
Using hand signals, he directed them up the stairs and paths until they were poised outside of the woman’s home. All candles were extinguished and he took this as a sign that the woman was asleep, as well as her servants. Pulling Somra down with him to crouch in the bushes, Khanh didn’t do a thing to Akhmad. The man knew his own business well enough. Gripping Somra’s hair in order to pull her ear close so he could speak, Khanh whispered to her, pointing out the places he was talking about as he did so.
“Right there I believe is her bedroom,” he said as quietly as possible. His grip on Somra’s hair wasn’t meant to harm her, but it was meant to keep her right where he wanted her until he was done speaking. Niceties toward her were nearly gone, at this point. He’d begun to move towards either cold indifference or subtle bullying. Perhaps they could still be friends one day but...probably not. “Break into her house at the top, I will come in from the first floor, we meet, exchange items, and slip back out. Like a game.” Glancing up at Akhmad, he let Somra’s hair go. There were no instructions for Akhmad because Khanh didn’t need to issue them. They’d worked together long enough and on enough projects that Khanh didn’t think Akhmad needed telling what to do. If Somra stayed with them that long, this conversation between Khanh and herself also would not be happening in future. There also wouldn’t need to be games in order to test her, either, though Khanh did this often enough to stave off boredom.
He pulled out his mask and tied it over the bridge of his nose. It extended down to cover his mouth and up over his forehead, leaving only his eyes visible and in the dark? No one would know they weren’t Greek. If they were seen, hopefully they would be taken as Greek thieves. That was the idea, anyway. With a deft flick of his hand, he gestured to Somra with a go, go, hurry up! sort of gesture and crossed the street. It was no big thing to scale the fence. There were no dogs guarding the courtyard, which made this a lot easier and this time he did stick to the darkest portion of shadows as he dropped down from the wall. Crouching in the darkness, he waited, listening hard for any sounds of life besides his own heartbeat. When nothing stirred, he slipped up to the house, fiddled with the closed shutters, and moved into the house with all the ease of having done this a thousand times over elsewhere.
In his wanderings through Colchis in the late afternoons and early evenings, just after he’d woken up from a full day of sleep, Khanh had come to this area of the housing district time and time again. After the whole ‘incident’ with Somra, he decided that she needed to prove her worth within the group. If she was going to be prudish, then she needed to be useful. Already she’d shown both him and Nahash that she had the skills but how did she do during the real thing? Both he and Nahash agreed that testing her before something as crucial as a real break in was necessary. Thus, he kept coming back here, where the neighborhood was quiet and the people appeared to be less militaristically inclined; a hard thing to find in Midas, he’d noticed.
So it was that evening that he set out with Akhmad and Somra. Nahash, Zai, and Tiye were tending to other business together. Khanh had taken a personal interest in Somra - whether that be crushing the life from her or actually helping her flourish? That was yet to be decided. He was still of two minds on that and depending on her own behavior, either perfectly well behaved himself, or a nightmare to deal with. He’d decided that her own life was in her hands. So if she gave him a good enough reason to kill her...he would. And he’d take Nahash’s punishment for it as well, but he didn’t think Nahash would kill him in retribution for a girl they didn’t know. It was a calculated risk. On the other hand, if Somra did well? That was only a benefit to the group.
The three of them left the hideout under cover of darkness, moving like shadows through the streets. They did not slink and skulk along buildings, as that was sure to attract attention, but walked in a little group as though they had business to complete, which they did. Khanh said nothing to either of them, having already made clear the instructions before they left, so that there would be no need for conversation. The plan was simple, break into a house that only had a single woman in it, as far as Khanh could tell. Of course there were servants and she did have a man living with her, the husband, he guessed, but the husband wasn’t always home. The man’s pattern was predictable and Khanh had chosen this night in particular as one when the husband was gone. A soldier of some type, but Khanh was not familiar enough with Greek anything to be able to guess rank or title.
Using hand signals, he directed them up the stairs and paths until they were poised outside of the woman’s home. All candles were extinguished and he took this as a sign that the woman was asleep, as well as her servants. Pulling Somra down with him to crouch in the bushes, Khanh didn’t do a thing to Akhmad. The man knew his own business well enough. Gripping Somra’s hair in order to pull her ear close so he could speak, Khanh whispered to her, pointing out the places he was talking about as he did so.
“Right there I believe is her bedroom,” he said as quietly as possible. His grip on Somra’s hair wasn’t meant to harm her, but it was meant to keep her right where he wanted her until he was done speaking. Niceties toward her were nearly gone, at this point. He’d begun to move towards either cold indifference or subtle bullying. Perhaps they could still be friends one day but...probably not. “Break into her house at the top, I will come in from the first floor, we meet, exchange items, and slip back out. Like a game.” Glancing up at Akhmad, he let Somra’s hair go. There were no instructions for Akhmad because Khanh didn’t need to issue them. They’d worked together long enough and on enough projects that Khanh didn’t think Akhmad needed telling what to do. If Somra stayed with them that long, this conversation between Khanh and herself also would not be happening in future. There also wouldn’t need to be games in order to test her, either, though Khanh did this often enough to stave off boredom.
He pulled out his mask and tied it over the bridge of his nose. It extended down to cover his mouth and up over his forehead, leaving only his eyes visible and in the dark? No one would know they weren’t Greek. If they were seen, hopefully they would be taken as Greek thieves. That was the idea, anyway. With a deft flick of his hand, he gestured to Somra with a go, go, hurry up! sort of gesture and crossed the street. It was no big thing to scale the fence. There were no dogs guarding the courtyard, which made this a lot easier and this time he did stick to the darkest portion of shadows as he dropped down from the wall. Crouching in the darkness, he waited, listening hard for any sounds of life besides his own heartbeat. When nothing stirred, he slipped up to the house, fiddled with the closed shutters, and moved into the house with all the ease of having done this a thousand times over elsewhere.
This sort of night-time excursion was entirely lost on Akhmad. A being who existed to live as a shadow, lost in the darkness of the world, Akhmad was serious by nature and preferred only that which was worth his time over anything that could be defined as playful or unnecessary. As such, the desire to test Somra's abilities as a thief in order to ascertain the risk she might add to future missions was an effort of an entire night that he would normally wish to avoid.
There was a single caveat to such a rule, however.
Nahash and Khanh had stipulated that the event was necessary and Somra had requested his presence in the team that were to enact it. As such, Akhmad was tied in his loyalty to the thieves to break his personal convictions and opinions on how to spend his time and assist in the testing of their newest Sariqas.
Because he was only a part of the mission due to the request of others, Akhmad was forced to behave as they wished, allowing his actions as well as his presence to be defined by what they needed him to be. So, when he was would normally sneak over the rooftops and down back alleys - a living silhouette that was often mistaken for a passing shadow or the movement of foliage in the breeze - he instead took the alternative path open to thieves - that of the quiet, confidence game.
Whilst Akhmad had the talent and silence of presence, the ability to control his steps and weight so as to be almost entirely silent in his traversing of slinking routes of thievery, Khanh's skills were based elsewhere. He was as quiet as any thief needed to be but a man as large and powerful as he was hard to hide when behaving in a manner that was suspicious. Akhmad needed no hiding. For he was never noticed in the first place.
The alternative route that could be taken by anyone intending to avoid notice was that of the simple and innocent. You walked with a quiet that had only a few people pay attention and to the eyes of those you appeared to have nothing suspicious about you, walking with a confidence and certainty that suggested a plan of honour or dignity. It was to this tactic that the small group pandered and Akhmad was forced to walk alongside them, his eyes darting to the darkest and most hidden means of passages along the way in case their escape was forced to be more subtle than their approach.
When they reached the building that Khanh had decided was their target, Akhmad crouched alongside the other two, the wrappings that coated him from head to food, turning him almost invisible against the darkness of the nearby wall and the tree that cast a shadow upon the street. He listened to his second-in-command, allowing and appreciating that he was not included in the plan to test Somra; that he could do as he wished, being only present because of her request. He knew that his only restriction would be to not help the girl, if she was to prove her worth to the group.
At the simple hand gestures that Khanh used to establish a start to the test, Akhmad immediately dissolved into the shadows. Moving with a speed and fluidness that was almost inhuman, Akhmad waited for the breeze to shift the branches of the tree across the street. When the wind caught upon their leaves and shifted the foliage, it moved the shadow of them in tandem across the cobblestones. The second such a shadow created a full bridge across the open, moonlit space, Akhmad darted across the road, his figure becoming a part of the leaves as they moved back and drew him across the street.
Within another heartbeat, Akhmad had clambered up the trunk of the greenery, secured his seat on a borough large enough to support his slight weight and then waited to repeat the process once more from tree to rooftop of the home they were due to invade.
Whilst his sharp eyes spotted the dark shape of Khanh breaking in below, his ears barely able to discern the noise of the infiltration, Akhmad did not wait for Somra, but immediately danced across the level rooftop, his feet cushioned by their bandages and soundless on the stone and then swung down in a fluid dive through the window and into the sleeping chamber of she that they were attempting to rob.
It was in this room that Akhmad found himself the darkest corner of the chamber and melted into it, his frame a watchful presence that would be there if things turned deadly or the woman in the bed were to wake at an inopportune moment. For the corner he had chosen was directly beside the head of her bed...
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This sort of night-time excursion was entirely lost on Akhmad. A being who existed to live as a shadow, lost in the darkness of the world, Akhmad was serious by nature and preferred only that which was worth his time over anything that could be defined as playful or unnecessary. As such, the desire to test Somra's abilities as a thief in order to ascertain the risk she might add to future missions was an effort of an entire night that he would normally wish to avoid.
There was a single caveat to such a rule, however.
Nahash and Khanh had stipulated that the event was necessary and Somra had requested his presence in the team that were to enact it. As such, Akhmad was tied in his loyalty to the thieves to break his personal convictions and opinions on how to spend his time and assist in the testing of their newest Sariqas.
Because he was only a part of the mission due to the request of others, Akhmad was forced to behave as they wished, allowing his actions as well as his presence to be defined by what they needed him to be. So, when he was would normally sneak over the rooftops and down back alleys - a living silhouette that was often mistaken for a passing shadow or the movement of foliage in the breeze - he instead took the alternative path open to thieves - that of the quiet, confidence game.
Whilst Akhmad had the talent and silence of presence, the ability to control his steps and weight so as to be almost entirely silent in his traversing of slinking routes of thievery, Khanh's skills were based elsewhere. He was as quiet as any thief needed to be but a man as large and powerful as he was hard to hide when behaving in a manner that was suspicious. Akhmad needed no hiding. For he was never noticed in the first place.
The alternative route that could be taken by anyone intending to avoid notice was that of the simple and innocent. You walked with a quiet that had only a few people pay attention and to the eyes of those you appeared to have nothing suspicious about you, walking with a confidence and certainty that suggested a plan of honour or dignity. It was to this tactic that the small group pandered and Akhmad was forced to walk alongside them, his eyes darting to the darkest and most hidden means of passages along the way in case their escape was forced to be more subtle than their approach.
When they reached the building that Khanh had decided was their target, Akhmad crouched alongside the other two, the wrappings that coated him from head to food, turning him almost invisible against the darkness of the nearby wall and the tree that cast a shadow upon the street. He listened to his second-in-command, allowing and appreciating that he was not included in the plan to test Somra; that he could do as he wished, being only present because of her request. He knew that his only restriction would be to not help the girl, if she was to prove her worth to the group.
At the simple hand gestures that Khanh used to establish a start to the test, Akhmad immediately dissolved into the shadows. Moving with a speed and fluidness that was almost inhuman, Akhmad waited for the breeze to shift the branches of the tree across the street. When the wind caught upon their leaves and shifted the foliage, it moved the shadow of them in tandem across the cobblestones. The second such a shadow created a full bridge across the open, moonlit space, Akhmad darted across the road, his figure becoming a part of the leaves as they moved back and drew him across the street.
Within another heartbeat, Akhmad had clambered up the trunk of the greenery, secured his seat on a borough large enough to support his slight weight and then waited to repeat the process once more from tree to rooftop of the home they were due to invade.
Whilst his sharp eyes spotted the dark shape of Khanh breaking in below, his ears barely able to discern the noise of the infiltration, Akhmad did not wait for Somra, but immediately danced across the level rooftop, his feet cushioned by their bandages and soundless on the stone and then swung down in a fluid dive through the window and into the sleeping chamber of she that they were attempting to rob.
It was in this room that Akhmad found himself the darkest corner of the chamber and melted into it, his frame a watchful presence that would be there if things turned deadly or the woman in the bed were to wake at an inopportune moment. For the corner he had chosen was directly beside the head of her bed...
This sort of night-time excursion was entirely lost on Akhmad. A being who existed to live as a shadow, lost in the darkness of the world, Akhmad was serious by nature and preferred only that which was worth his time over anything that could be defined as playful or unnecessary. As such, the desire to test Somra's abilities as a thief in order to ascertain the risk she might add to future missions was an effort of an entire night that he would normally wish to avoid.
There was a single caveat to such a rule, however.
Nahash and Khanh had stipulated that the event was necessary and Somra had requested his presence in the team that were to enact it. As such, Akhmad was tied in his loyalty to the thieves to break his personal convictions and opinions on how to spend his time and assist in the testing of their newest Sariqas.
Because he was only a part of the mission due to the request of others, Akhmad was forced to behave as they wished, allowing his actions as well as his presence to be defined by what they needed him to be. So, when he was would normally sneak over the rooftops and down back alleys - a living silhouette that was often mistaken for a passing shadow or the movement of foliage in the breeze - he instead took the alternative path open to thieves - that of the quiet, confidence game.
Whilst Akhmad had the talent and silence of presence, the ability to control his steps and weight so as to be almost entirely silent in his traversing of slinking routes of thievery, Khanh's skills were based elsewhere. He was as quiet as any thief needed to be but a man as large and powerful as he was hard to hide when behaving in a manner that was suspicious. Akhmad needed no hiding. For he was never noticed in the first place.
The alternative route that could be taken by anyone intending to avoid notice was that of the simple and innocent. You walked with a quiet that had only a few people pay attention and to the eyes of those you appeared to have nothing suspicious about you, walking with a confidence and certainty that suggested a plan of honour or dignity. It was to this tactic that the small group pandered and Akhmad was forced to walk alongside them, his eyes darting to the darkest and most hidden means of passages along the way in case their escape was forced to be more subtle than their approach.
When they reached the building that Khanh had decided was their target, Akhmad crouched alongside the other two, the wrappings that coated him from head to food, turning him almost invisible against the darkness of the nearby wall and the tree that cast a shadow upon the street. He listened to his second-in-command, allowing and appreciating that he was not included in the plan to test Somra; that he could do as he wished, being only present because of her request. He knew that his only restriction would be to not help the girl, if she was to prove her worth to the group.
At the simple hand gestures that Khanh used to establish a start to the test, Akhmad immediately dissolved into the shadows. Moving with a speed and fluidness that was almost inhuman, Akhmad waited for the breeze to shift the branches of the tree across the street. When the wind caught upon their leaves and shifted the foliage, it moved the shadow of them in tandem across the cobblestones. The second such a shadow created a full bridge across the open, moonlit space, Akhmad darted across the road, his figure becoming a part of the leaves as they moved back and drew him across the street.
Within another heartbeat, Akhmad had clambered up the trunk of the greenery, secured his seat on a borough large enough to support his slight weight and then waited to repeat the process once more from tree to rooftop of the home they were due to invade.
Whilst his sharp eyes spotted the dark shape of Khanh breaking in below, his ears barely able to discern the noise of the infiltration, Akhmad did not wait for Somra, but immediately danced across the level rooftop, his feet cushioned by their bandages and soundless on the stone and then swung down in a fluid dive through the window and into the sleeping chamber of she that they were attempting to rob.
It was in this room that Akhmad found himself the darkest corner of the chamber and melted into it, his frame a watchful presence that would be there if things turned deadly or the woman in the bed were to wake at an inopportune moment. For the corner he had chosen was directly beside the head of her bed...
Somra was excited. Finally, they were doing something, robbing someone. Or at least pretending to. But the danger of potentially getting caught was enough to make Somra happy. It felt like they had done nothing but mill about and test her skills using pointless tasks. She was itching to actually rob someone, to actually do something with some sort of risk. Something fun. So far the only fun she’d had while there was her romp with the soldier she’d picked up in the bar, but now that was days past and she was bored once more.
Somra gritted her teeth as once more Khanh pulled her down to listen like she was some disobedient child. How she would have liked to push him off her and drive her dagger through his chest. But she kept her expression neutral, she knew that she did not need to give him anything to use against her. He already seemed bound and determined to make her out to be some horrible person.
Her hair was tied back in a braid, and she wore one of her flowing dresses, though this one was dyed pitch black, she blended into the night, the fabric disguising her curves and blending her into the shadows around them. She listened to Khanh, accepting that he was in charge and trusting that he knew how to do recon and had observed the place well enough to know.
Somra followed suit once he had let her hair go, tying her own black piece of fabric over the lower half of her face to cover her mouth and nose. She doubted she would be seen, it was merely to appease Khanh and the others who had insisted that their faces be mostly covered.
She was thankful for the other presence there with them, as silent as he was. Akhmad made her feel better, though she did not know his feelings towards her, he at least seemed to treat her more fairly than Khanh, and it made her feel safer to have Akhmad with her instead of foraying out into the dark with just Khanh.
She had asked him to come with her, and he had agreed, though she did not know how willingly he had agreed. He was a hard man to read, but she was grateful none the less. If she could figure out what he enjoyed, if anything, she would do something to return the favour. She was not one to forget to repay a favour.
Somra waited for Khanh and Akhmad to both take their leave before she took a deep breath, taking half a second to close her eyes and center herself, focusing her mind on the task at hand and forgetting everything else in that moment.
She took off like a shot, her speed one of her greatest strengths, she used the momentum from her silent dash to fling herself upwards towards one of the pillars of the villa. With a graceful ease, she grabbed onto the first-hand hold, pulling her small frame up, she climbed the villa like she had done it a thousand times before. No noise was made as she climbed, though her heart raced from the thrill of doing something once more.
She made it to the top floor, swinging herself silently onto a balcony, she crouched there for a moment and listened to any sort of movement. She felt her heart stop as someone coughed and without a second thought she pressed herself up against the cool stone on the right side of the balcony doors. An elderly man came walking out onto the balcony, unaware of the thief who stood frozen against the wall. He walked to the railing, leaning on it as he looked out into the darkness where moments ago the Sariqas had been gathered below.
Khanh had said that there was only one woman in the house, he had been sure of it. Clearly he was wrong, and she reminded herself to bring it up later. Right now, she needed to focus on not being caught. She could swing herself over the balcony and escape without being seen, but perhaps this was part of the test. Perhaps he had known there was more than one person here, and she was expected to follow through with the plan anyways.
Either way she was not going to risk taking off and failing this. Not when she was coming so close to perhaps having some respect finally.
She took one side step towards the door, slipping into the room, she spotted another woman asleep in a bed. His wife perhaps. She crept silently over the stone and out of the room, heart beating so loud she had no idea how they hadn’t seen her. She cursed Khanh in her head as she went looking for the item she had been told to steal before meeting up with Khanh. She kept herself on high alert in case there were any more surprises waiting around the corner.
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Somra was excited. Finally, they were doing something, robbing someone. Or at least pretending to. But the danger of potentially getting caught was enough to make Somra happy. It felt like they had done nothing but mill about and test her skills using pointless tasks. She was itching to actually rob someone, to actually do something with some sort of risk. Something fun. So far the only fun she’d had while there was her romp with the soldier she’d picked up in the bar, but now that was days past and she was bored once more.
Somra gritted her teeth as once more Khanh pulled her down to listen like she was some disobedient child. How she would have liked to push him off her and drive her dagger through his chest. But she kept her expression neutral, she knew that she did not need to give him anything to use against her. He already seemed bound and determined to make her out to be some horrible person.
Her hair was tied back in a braid, and she wore one of her flowing dresses, though this one was dyed pitch black, she blended into the night, the fabric disguising her curves and blending her into the shadows around them. She listened to Khanh, accepting that he was in charge and trusting that he knew how to do recon and had observed the place well enough to know.
Somra followed suit once he had let her hair go, tying her own black piece of fabric over the lower half of her face to cover her mouth and nose. She doubted she would be seen, it was merely to appease Khanh and the others who had insisted that their faces be mostly covered.
She was thankful for the other presence there with them, as silent as he was. Akhmad made her feel better, though she did not know his feelings towards her, he at least seemed to treat her more fairly than Khanh, and it made her feel safer to have Akhmad with her instead of foraying out into the dark with just Khanh.
She had asked him to come with her, and he had agreed, though she did not know how willingly he had agreed. He was a hard man to read, but she was grateful none the less. If she could figure out what he enjoyed, if anything, she would do something to return the favour. She was not one to forget to repay a favour.
Somra waited for Khanh and Akhmad to both take their leave before she took a deep breath, taking half a second to close her eyes and center herself, focusing her mind on the task at hand and forgetting everything else in that moment.
She took off like a shot, her speed one of her greatest strengths, she used the momentum from her silent dash to fling herself upwards towards one of the pillars of the villa. With a graceful ease, she grabbed onto the first-hand hold, pulling her small frame up, she climbed the villa like she had done it a thousand times before. No noise was made as she climbed, though her heart raced from the thrill of doing something once more.
She made it to the top floor, swinging herself silently onto a balcony, she crouched there for a moment and listened to any sort of movement. She felt her heart stop as someone coughed and without a second thought she pressed herself up against the cool stone on the right side of the balcony doors. An elderly man came walking out onto the balcony, unaware of the thief who stood frozen against the wall. He walked to the railing, leaning on it as he looked out into the darkness where moments ago the Sariqas had been gathered below.
Khanh had said that there was only one woman in the house, he had been sure of it. Clearly he was wrong, and she reminded herself to bring it up later. Right now, she needed to focus on not being caught. She could swing herself over the balcony and escape without being seen, but perhaps this was part of the test. Perhaps he had known there was more than one person here, and she was expected to follow through with the plan anyways.
Either way she was not going to risk taking off and failing this. Not when she was coming so close to perhaps having some respect finally.
She took one side step towards the door, slipping into the room, she spotted another woman asleep in a bed. His wife perhaps. She crept silently over the stone and out of the room, heart beating so loud she had no idea how they hadn’t seen her. She cursed Khanh in her head as she went looking for the item she had been told to steal before meeting up with Khanh. She kept herself on high alert in case there were any more surprises waiting around the corner.
Somra was excited. Finally, they were doing something, robbing someone. Or at least pretending to. But the danger of potentially getting caught was enough to make Somra happy. It felt like they had done nothing but mill about and test her skills using pointless tasks. She was itching to actually rob someone, to actually do something with some sort of risk. Something fun. So far the only fun she’d had while there was her romp with the soldier she’d picked up in the bar, but now that was days past and she was bored once more.
Somra gritted her teeth as once more Khanh pulled her down to listen like she was some disobedient child. How she would have liked to push him off her and drive her dagger through his chest. But she kept her expression neutral, she knew that she did not need to give him anything to use against her. He already seemed bound and determined to make her out to be some horrible person.
Her hair was tied back in a braid, and she wore one of her flowing dresses, though this one was dyed pitch black, she blended into the night, the fabric disguising her curves and blending her into the shadows around them. She listened to Khanh, accepting that he was in charge and trusting that he knew how to do recon and had observed the place well enough to know.
Somra followed suit once he had let her hair go, tying her own black piece of fabric over the lower half of her face to cover her mouth and nose. She doubted she would be seen, it was merely to appease Khanh and the others who had insisted that their faces be mostly covered.
She was thankful for the other presence there with them, as silent as he was. Akhmad made her feel better, though she did not know his feelings towards her, he at least seemed to treat her more fairly than Khanh, and it made her feel safer to have Akhmad with her instead of foraying out into the dark with just Khanh.
She had asked him to come with her, and he had agreed, though she did not know how willingly he had agreed. He was a hard man to read, but she was grateful none the less. If she could figure out what he enjoyed, if anything, she would do something to return the favour. She was not one to forget to repay a favour.
Somra waited for Khanh and Akhmad to both take their leave before she took a deep breath, taking half a second to close her eyes and center herself, focusing her mind on the task at hand and forgetting everything else in that moment.
She took off like a shot, her speed one of her greatest strengths, she used the momentum from her silent dash to fling herself upwards towards one of the pillars of the villa. With a graceful ease, she grabbed onto the first-hand hold, pulling her small frame up, she climbed the villa like she had done it a thousand times before. No noise was made as she climbed, though her heart raced from the thrill of doing something once more.
She made it to the top floor, swinging herself silently onto a balcony, she crouched there for a moment and listened to any sort of movement. She felt her heart stop as someone coughed and without a second thought she pressed herself up against the cool stone on the right side of the balcony doors. An elderly man came walking out onto the balcony, unaware of the thief who stood frozen against the wall. He walked to the railing, leaning on it as he looked out into the darkness where moments ago the Sariqas had been gathered below.
Khanh had said that there was only one woman in the house, he had been sure of it. Clearly he was wrong, and she reminded herself to bring it up later. Right now, she needed to focus on not being caught. She could swing herself over the balcony and escape without being seen, but perhaps this was part of the test. Perhaps he had known there was more than one person here, and she was expected to follow through with the plan anyways.
Either way she was not going to risk taking off and failing this. Not when she was coming so close to perhaps having some respect finally.
She took one side step towards the door, slipping into the room, she spotted another woman asleep in a bed. His wife perhaps. She crept silently over the stone and out of the room, heart beating so loud she had no idea how they hadn’t seen her. She cursed Khanh in her head as she went looking for the item she had been told to steal before meeting up with Khanh. She kept herself on high alert in case there were any more surprises waiting around the corner.
Delias hadn’t been sleeping well. She’d barely been sleeping at all, in truth. She was hungry, but it wasn’t a meal she was craving, not any sort of sweet, salt, or drink. Rather, she pined for a challenge, a task, anything that she could set her mind and hands to, to eat up her otherwise empty hours. Maleos had given her the management of the household funds, as he would be marching off with his men any day, but she wasn’t inclined to extend him any gratitude for something that, in her mind, was practicality. She’d been balancing the books, minding their bills and tithings, keeping their stomachs full, and shoes on their feet, for over a decade now; absorbing the task from her aging parents as the eldest, unattached child.
Doing so wasn’t enough. It was routine; muscle memory, at this point. It couldn’t satisfy her driving thirst for vocation, for enterprise. Even the workings of the family shop, which was all but hers, now, fell short of filling that hole, which seemed to grow larger within her, every year. Sure, she could function the potter’s wheel better than most, having been doing so since she was a child. She had a talent for the numbers, and could gauge the value of a piece before it ever went into the kiln. It wasn’t enough.
Now even that was gone.
The petite woman shifted restlessly upon her narrow pallet. Muttering wordlessly, her face pinched in a grimace, before relaxing, her breath releasing in a soft snarl. Small, work-worn hands spread, and then fisted in her coverlet. Anxious energy had been driving her, day and night. So, it was of no surprise that her eyes fluttered open when the sound of shuffling footsteps outside in the hall reached her ears.
Delias sat up, digging the heels of her hands into her eyes to rub away the last of the slumber, as she doubted she would get back to it tonight. Dark half circles turned the skin beneath her eyes a gray-blue shade; an indication of many similar nights wherein her sleep ended much the same way. Ah well, there was nothing to be done about it. She wasn’t the only one in the household who had not been sleeping well. The aches left behind as a result of their journey to Midas, the unfamiliar sighs and groans of their new household, had taken a toll on all of them.
Pushing back the covers, Delias hissed softly at the bite of the cold floor against her bare feet. A rug, she decided. Tomorrow, if she had nothing more she could accomplish, she would go out and procure a few rugs. She doubted it was something that had even occurred to Maleos. For all his militant achievement, all his talent with a blade, it seemed that her brother could be oblivious to the domestic. That really shouldn’t have filled her any sort of superiority or satisfaction, but she had so few victories to count, these days; and the counting of victories was in her nature.
“Papa,” she called in a loud whisper when she opened her door and peeked out, eyes adjusting slowly, but enough to see the silhouette of the elderly man, if not his features. She knew him by shape and step, regardless. “Papa, are you well? Is Meter?” She paused, the hairs on the back of her neck raising slightly as the shadows shifted in her peripheral perspective. A shiver snaked its way up her spine and her dark brows twitched, a crease forming between them. It’s nothing, she told herself. In Eubocris, she knew every crack in the walls, every branch and the way it shifted in the trees outside the house. This new, strange place liked to play tricks on her, particularly in her sleep deprived state of mind.
Still… ”Papa, wait here. I will fetch the medicine for your back. We can mix it with some wine and sit by the fire until it takes effect.” That said, and against some primal instinct that urged her the other way, she moved quietly toward her parents’ bedroom, not sure why she felt the sudden need to find such an excuse to check on her mother.
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Delias hadn’t been sleeping well. She’d barely been sleeping at all, in truth. She was hungry, but it wasn’t a meal she was craving, not any sort of sweet, salt, or drink. Rather, she pined for a challenge, a task, anything that she could set her mind and hands to, to eat up her otherwise empty hours. Maleos had given her the management of the household funds, as he would be marching off with his men any day, but she wasn’t inclined to extend him any gratitude for something that, in her mind, was practicality. She’d been balancing the books, minding their bills and tithings, keeping their stomachs full, and shoes on their feet, for over a decade now; absorbing the task from her aging parents as the eldest, unattached child.
Doing so wasn’t enough. It was routine; muscle memory, at this point. It couldn’t satisfy her driving thirst for vocation, for enterprise. Even the workings of the family shop, which was all but hers, now, fell short of filling that hole, which seemed to grow larger within her, every year. Sure, she could function the potter’s wheel better than most, having been doing so since she was a child. She had a talent for the numbers, and could gauge the value of a piece before it ever went into the kiln. It wasn’t enough.
Now even that was gone.
The petite woman shifted restlessly upon her narrow pallet. Muttering wordlessly, her face pinched in a grimace, before relaxing, her breath releasing in a soft snarl. Small, work-worn hands spread, and then fisted in her coverlet. Anxious energy had been driving her, day and night. So, it was of no surprise that her eyes fluttered open when the sound of shuffling footsteps outside in the hall reached her ears.
Delias sat up, digging the heels of her hands into her eyes to rub away the last of the slumber, as she doubted she would get back to it tonight. Dark half circles turned the skin beneath her eyes a gray-blue shade; an indication of many similar nights wherein her sleep ended much the same way. Ah well, there was nothing to be done about it. She wasn’t the only one in the household who had not been sleeping well. The aches left behind as a result of their journey to Midas, the unfamiliar sighs and groans of their new household, had taken a toll on all of them.
Pushing back the covers, Delias hissed softly at the bite of the cold floor against her bare feet. A rug, she decided. Tomorrow, if she had nothing more she could accomplish, she would go out and procure a few rugs. She doubted it was something that had even occurred to Maleos. For all his militant achievement, all his talent with a blade, it seemed that her brother could be oblivious to the domestic. That really shouldn’t have filled her any sort of superiority or satisfaction, but she had so few victories to count, these days; and the counting of victories was in her nature.
“Papa,” she called in a loud whisper when she opened her door and peeked out, eyes adjusting slowly, but enough to see the silhouette of the elderly man, if not his features. She knew him by shape and step, regardless. “Papa, are you well? Is Meter?” She paused, the hairs on the back of her neck raising slightly as the shadows shifted in her peripheral perspective. A shiver snaked its way up her spine and her dark brows twitched, a crease forming between them. It’s nothing, she told herself. In Eubocris, she knew every crack in the walls, every branch and the way it shifted in the trees outside the house. This new, strange place liked to play tricks on her, particularly in her sleep deprived state of mind.
Still… ”Papa, wait here. I will fetch the medicine for your back. We can mix it with some wine and sit by the fire until it takes effect.” That said, and against some primal instinct that urged her the other way, she moved quietly toward her parents’ bedroom, not sure why she felt the sudden need to find such an excuse to check on her mother.
Delias hadn’t been sleeping well. She’d barely been sleeping at all, in truth. She was hungry, but it wasn’t a meal she was craving, not any sort of sweet, salt, or drink. Rather, she pined for a challenge, a task, anything that she could set her mind and hands to, to eat up her otherwise empty hours. Maleos had given her the management of the household funds, as he would be marching off with his men any day, but she wasn’t inclined to extend him any gratitude for something that, in her mind, was practicality. She’d been balancing the books, minding their bills and tithings, keeping their stomachs full, and shoes on their feet, for over a decade now; absorbing the task from her aging parents as the eldest, unattached child.
Doing so wasn’t enough. It was routine; muscle memory, at this point. It couldn’t satisfy her driving thirst for vocation, for enterprise. Even the workings of the family shop, which was all but hers, now, fell short of filling that hole, which seemed to grow larger within her, every year. Sure, she could function the potter’s wheel better than most, having been doing so since she was a child. She had a talent for the numbers, and could gauge the value of a piece before it ever went into the kiln. It wasn’t enough.
Now even that was gone.
The petite woman shifted restlessly upon her narrow pallet. Muttering wordlessly, her face pinched in a grimace, before relaxing, her breath releasing in a soft snarl. Small, work-worn hands spread, and then fisted in her coverlet. Anxious energy had been driving her, day and night. So, it was of no surprise that her eyes fluttered open when the sound of shuffling footsteps outside in the hall reached her ears.
Delias sat up, digging the heels of her hands into her eyes to rub away the last of the slumber, as she doubted she would get back to it tonight. Dark half circles turned the skin beneath her eyes a gray-blue shade; an indication of many similar nights wherein her sleep ended much the same way. Ah well, there was nothing to be done about it. She wasn’t the only one in the household who had not been sleeping well. The aches left behind as a result of their journey to Midas, the unfamiliar sighs and groans of their new household, had taken a toll on all of them.
Pushing back the covers, Delias hissed softly at the bite of the cold floor against her bare feet. A rug, she decided. Tomorrow, if she had nothing more she could accomplish, she would go out and procure a few rugs. She doubted it was something that had even occurred to Maleos. For all his militant achievement, all his talent with a blade, it seemed that her brother could be oblivious to the domestic. That really shouldn’t have filled her any sort of superiority or satisfaction, but she had so few victories to count, these days; and the counting of victories was in her nature.
“Papa,” she called in a loud whisper when she opened her door and peeked out, eyes adjusting slowly, but enough to see the silhouette of the elderly man, if not his features. She knew him by shape and step, regardless. “Papa, are you well? Is Meter?” She paused, the hairs on the back of her neck raising slightly as the shadows shifted in her peripheral perspective. A shiver snaked its way up her spine and her dark brows twitched, a crease forming between them. It’s nothing, she told herself. In Eubocris, she knew every crack in the walls, every branch and the way it shifted in the trees outside the house. This new, strange place liked to play tricks on her, particularly in her sleep deprived state of mind.
Still… ”Papa, wait here. I will fetch the medicine for your back. We can mix it with some wine and sit by the fire until it takes effect.” That said, and against some primal instinct that urged her the other way, she moved quietly toward her parents’ bedroom, not sure why she felt the sudden need to find such an excuse to check on her mother.
Akhmad hovered in the shadows, his stillness and lack of tensions ensuring that he was entirely hidden at all times. Even when the old man in the best stirred in order to wake, he did not notice the additional figure in the room.
In the dark, Akhmad could not the stoop of his shoulders and the means in which he walked. He was of old age and likely losing his eyesight a little, but even if he hadn't been, he wouldn't have noticed the intruder of his chambers. Akhmad was too hidden by his wrappings and too silent. He had even synced his breathing with the rise and fall of the woman still in the bed. Even if his subtle exhales were heard, they would be indistinguishable from the elderly lady still fast asleep.
When the man got up and went to move out onto the balcony, Akhmad watched carefully. He wasn't here on this mission to make things harder, nor was he here to actually kill anyone as was his main purpose within the Sariqas whenever a death was needed. Instead, he was here solely on the part of Somra, helping her to fulfil her final test and become a full-fledged member of the Sariqas.
He would aid her where needed and the rest of the time he would simply observe.
Noting a shadow on the balcony, Akhmad watched as Somra dropped down onto the open plateau and then pressed herself to the wall when the old man reached the open archways and took himself out into the fresh air of the cold night. A single turn and his gaze would fall upon Somra.
Akhmad's eyes narrowed as his experience kicked in. The manor was not an excessively impressive one, though it was certainly more a manor than a house. The balcony was shallow and they were only one floor up from the ground.
And Akhmad knew first hand that such a fall was too short to allow the victim to scream.
Eyeing the architecture of the archways that led to the balcony, the shallowness of the open space, Akhmad acted quickly, as Somra inched inside the room. Whilst his comrade inched inside quietly, Akhmad protected her rear from being spotted by an ill-timed return to the bedchamber by dealing with its occupant.
Two steps, one leap, a hold upon the alcove and Akhmad swung, his legs bent. Both launched forwards in a sharp kick to the old man's shoulder blades.
Akhmad following the motion, spun in a roll mid-air and landed like a cat on the marble, silently and with one leg outstretched for balance.
As he had spun, he had heard a soft grunt, a gasp and then the moan of someone's middle pushing into the barrier of the balcony, as their body toppled up and over the half-wall. As Akhmad knew only too well, it took a full storey for lungs to re-inflate after that gasp of surprise and there was no scream or cry as the old man's body hit the ground below with a dull thud, missing the bushes and hitting the sparse grass of the grounds.
Silence followed.
Either the man was dead or knocked out, but either way he was out of their way and Akhmad returned to the chambers, his gaze scouting for Somra before he heard a voice coming down the corridor, calling out to parents that he suspected were the ones he had just separated by several yards of air.
With three quick steps, Akhmad reached the space behind the door as it opened, a childish but useful hide out, as a young woman ventured inside, unaware of the stranger hiding just a foot away...
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Akhmad hovered in the shadows, his stillness and lack of tensions ensuring that he was entirely hidden at all times. Even when the old man in the best stirred in order to wake, he did not notice the additional figure in the room.
In the dark, Akhmad could not the stoop of his shoulders and the means in which he walked. He was of old age and likely losing his eyesight a little, but even if he hadn't been, he wouldn't have noticed the intruder of his chambers. Akhmad was too hidden by his wrappings and too silent. He had even synced his breathing with the rise and fall of the woman still in the bed. Even if his subtle exhales were heard, they would be indistinguishable from the elderly lady still fast asleep.
When the man got up and went to move out onto the balcony, Akhmad watched carefully. He wasn't here on this mission to make things harder, nor was he here to actually kill anyone as was his main purpose within the Sariqas whenever a death was needed. Instead, he was here solely on the part of Somra, helping her to fulfil her final test and become a full-fledged member of the Sariqas.
He would aid her where needed and the rest of the time he would simply observe.
Noting a shadow on the balcony, Akhmad watched as Somra dropped down onto the open plateau and then pressed herself to the wall when the old man reached the open archways and took himself out into the fresh air of the cold night. A single turn and his gaze would fall upon Somra.
Akhmad's eyes narrowed as his experience kicked in. The manor was not an excessively impressive one, though it was certainly more a manor than a house. The balcony was shallow and they were only one floor up from the ground.
And Akhmad knew first hand that such a fall was too short to allow the victim to scream.
Eyeing the architecture of the archways that led to the balcony, the shallowness of the open space, Akhmad acted quickly, as Somra inched inside the room. Whilst his comrade inched inside quietly, Akhmad protected her rear from being spotted by an ill-timed return to the bedchamber by dealing with its occupant.
Two steps, one leap, a hold upon the alcove and Akhmad swung, his legs bent. Both launched forwards in a sharp kick to the old man's shoulder blades.
Akhmad following the motion, spun in a roll mid-air and landed like a cat on the marble, silently and with one leg outstretched for balance.
As he had spun, he had heard a soft grunt, a gasp and then the moan of someone's middle pushing into the barrier of the balcony, as their body toppled up and over the half-wall. As Akhmad knew only too well, it took a full storey for lungs to re-inflate after that gasp of surprise and there was no scream or cry as the old man's body hit the ground below with a dull thud, missing the bushes and hitting the sparse grass of the grounds.
Silence followed.
Either the man was dead or knocked out, but either way he was out of their way and Akhmad returned to the chambers, his gaze scouting for Somra before he heard a voice coming down the corridor, calling out to parents that he suspected were the ones he had just separated by several yards of air.
With three quick steps, Akhmad reached the space behind the door as it opened, a childish but useful hide out, as a young woman ventured inside, unaware of the stranger hiding just a foot away...
Akhmad hovered in the shadows, his stillness and lack of tensions ensuring that he was entirely hidden at all times. Even when the old man in the best stirred in order to wake, he did not notice the additional figure in the room.
In the dark, Akhmad could not the stoop of his shoulders and the means in which he walked. He was of old age and likely losing his eyesight a little, but even if he hadn't been, he wouldn't have noticed the intruder of his chambers. Akhmad was too hidden by his wrappings and too silent. He had even synced his breathing with the rise and fall of the woman still in the bed. Even if his subtle exhales were heard, they would be indistinguishable from the elderly lady still fast asleep.
When the man got up and went to move out onto the balcony, Akhmad watched carefully. He wasn't here on this mission to make things harder, nor was he here to actually kill anyone as was his main purpose within the Sariqas whenever a death was needed. Instead, he was here solely on the part of Somra, helping her to fulfil her final test and become a full-fledged member of the Sariqas.
He would aid her where needed and the rest of the time he would simply observe.
Noting a shadow on the balcony, Akhmad watched as Somra dropped down onto the open plateau and then pressed herself to the wall when the old man reached the open archways and took himself out into the fresh air of the cold night. A single turn and his gaze would fall upon Somra.
Akhmad's eyes narrowed as his experience kicked in. The manor was not an excessively impressive one, though it was certainly more a manor than a house. The balcony was shallow and they were only one floor up from the ground.
And Akhmad knew first hand that such a fall was too short to allow the victim to scream.
Eyeing the architecture of the archways that led to the balcony, the shallowness of the open space, Akhmad acted quickly, as Somra inched inside the room. Whilst his comrade inched inside quietly, Akhmad protected her rear from being spotted by an ill-timed return to the bedchamber by dealing with its occupant.
Two steps, one leap, a hold upon the alcove and Akhmad swung, his legs bent. Both launched forwards in a sharp kick to the old man's shoulder blades.
Akhmad following the motion, spun in a roll mid-air and landed like a cat on the marble, silently and with one leg outstretched for balance.
As he had spun, he had heard a soft grunt, a gasp and then the moan of someone's middle pushing into the barrier of the balcony, as their body toppled up and over the half-wall. As Akhmad knew only too well, it took a full storey for lungs to re-inflate after that gasp of surprise and there was no scream or cry as the old man's body hit the ground below with a dull thud, missing the bushes and hitting the sparse grass of the grounds.
Silence followed.
Either the man was dead or knocked out, but either way he was out of their way and Akhmad returned to the chambers, his gaze scouting for Somra before he heard a voice coming down the corridor, calling out to parents that he suspected were the ones he had just separated by several yards of air.
With three quick steps, Akhmad reached the space behind the door as it opened, a childish but useful hide out, as a young woman ventured inside, unaware of the stranger hiding just a foot away...
Khanh was not here to aid Somra, unless she got into trouble. He was here to observe how she went about her business and since she would likely never be doing something like this totally alone, it was only right that Akhmad be here, too. Khanh wouldn’t have minded the entire group, if they’d wanted to come. Though certain jobs required very few people, each of the Sariqas members were silent and capable. If they wanted to fill the rooms like statues, they could and still not be in Somra’s way.
He’d assigned Somra to steal something simple, but inside the occupied bedroom. The point was to go unnoticed with someone inside the room. A truly good thief didn’t need to wait for cover of darkness or the safety of the house occupants being asleep. Climb in through a window, take what you were after, don’t get caught. Easy. However, this mission wasn’t designed to make Somra fail. Simply to see if she even could steal well, and to give her the best advantage to do it.
As Akhmad left from above, Khanh moved across the stones and felt Somra coming after him. She scaled a wall. He chose to use the lower level as his means of entry. Removing a thin metal hook from his belt, he walked up to one of the shuttered first story windows and slid the long, thin piece of metal between the shutter doors. They were latched on the inside, but it was a simple matter of using the hook to force up the latch. With a deft flick of his wrist, he’d flipped the latch and the shutters inched outwards, no longer bound to each other. Lifting up from the bottom of both, Khanh used a bit of leverage pressure on the hinges to ensure the shutters didn’t squeak as he opened them wide enough for him to slip through.
The ledge was only as wide as his foot, and he perched on it, looking about the shadowed interior of the room. There were klines, a few bookshelves, some sort of small table. A sitting room, he surmised. Lowering himself into the house, he left the shutters open and had just crossed the room in time to hear a loud thump with a certain softness to the sound. A body hitting the ground. He’d know that sound anywhere.
Pivoting on his heel, Khanh moved to the far wall of the room and checked the doorway, ensuring he was alone in the downstairs area before moving down a short hallway. The windows here were shuttered too, but he peered through the thin line between them to find an elderly man on his back. With such a narrow view, he could not tell if the man was alive or dead, but his presence was confusing. How and why was he here? The house should only have one woman. Khanh took a step back from the window, eyes sweeping the ground, thinking fast. Obviously something had changed from last night to this. Suddenly he looked up as though he could see Somra through the ceiling. He was not too terribly concerned for her with Akhmad up there, but he was confused as to why-
“Papa, are you well? Is Meter?” the voice of Delias echoed down the stairs at the far end of the house and he frowned. Hmmm. She was looking for the old man, it seemed. Khanh crept toward the stairs, moving up them little by little, but always sticking to the shadows. Once he got to the top landing, he pressed himself against the wall, looking for Somra. They could still rob this house with the woman awake, but it would take more finesse than originally planned. All they had to do was avoid the woman, for Somra to take something from the bedroom, and then they could leave.
Khanh crept until he found Somra. In silence, he nodded to her, indicating that, aside from more people in the house, her objective had not changed. Motioning that he would be downstairs, Khanh left her then and crept back down, pressing himself into a shadowed corner, waiting.
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Khanh was not here to aid Somra, unless she got into trouble. He was here to observe how she went about her business and since she would likely never be doing something like this totally alone, it was only right that Akhmad be here, too. Khanh wouldn’t have minded the entire group, if they’d wanted to come. Though certain jobs required very few people, each of the Sariqas members were silent and capable. If they wanted to fill the rooms like statues, they could and still not be in Somra’s way.
He’d assigned Somra to steal something simple, but inside the occupied bedroom. The point was to go unnoticed with someone inside the room. A truly good thief didn’t need to wait for cover of darkness or the safety of the house occupants being asleep. Climb in through a window, take what you were after, don’t get caught. Easy. However, this mission wasn’t designed to make Somra fail. Simply to see if she even could steal well, and to give her the best advantage to do it.
As Akhmad left from above, Khanh moved across the stones and felt Somra coming after him. She scaled a wall. He chose to use the lower level as his means of entry. Removing a thin metal hook from his belt, he walked up to one of the shuttered first story windows and slid the long, thin piece of metal between the shutter doors. They were latched on the inside, but it was a simple matter of using the hook to force up the latch. With a deft flick of his wrist, he’d flipped the latch and the shutters inched outwards, no longer bound to each other. Lifting up from the bottom of both, Khanh used a bit of leverage pressure on the hinges to ensure the shutters didn’t squeak as he opened them wide enough for him to slip through.
The ledge was only as wide as his foot, and he perched on it, looking about the shadowed interior of the room. There were klines, a few bookshelves, some sort of small table. A sitting room, he surmised. Lowering himself into the house, he left the shutters open and had just crossed the room in time to hear a loud thump with a certain softness to the sound. A body hitting the ground. He’d know that sound anywhere.
Pivoting on his heel, Khanh moved to the far wall of the room and checked the doorway, ensuring he was alone in the downstairs area before moving down a short hallway. The windows here were shuttered too, but he peered through the thin line between them to find an elderly man on his back. With such a narrow view, he could not tell if the man was alive or dead, but his presence was confusing. How and why was he here? The house should only have one woman. Khanh took a step back from the window, eyes sweeping the ground, thinking fast. Obviously something had changed from last night to this. Suddenly he looked up as though he could see Somra through the ceiling. He was not too terribly concerned for her with Akhmad up there, but he was confused as to why-
“Papa, are you well? Is Meter?” the voice of Delias echoed down the stairs at the far end of the house and he frowned. Hmmm. She was looking for the old man, it seemed. Khanh crept toward the stairs, moving up them little by little, but always sticking to the shadows. Once he got to the top landing, he pressed himself against the wall, looking for Somra. They could still rob this house with the woman awake, but it would take more finesse than originally planned. All they had to do was avoid the woman, for Somra to take something from the bedroom, and then they could leave.
Khanh crept until he found Somra. In silence, he nodded to her, indicating that, aside from more people in the house, her objective had not changed. Motioning that he would be downstairs, Khanh left her then and crept back down, pressing himself into a shadowed corner, waiting.
Khanh was not here to aid Somra, unless she got into trouble. He was here to observe how she went about her business and since she would likely never be doing something like this totally alone, it was only right that Akhmad be here, too. Khanh wouldn’t have minded the entire group, if they’d wanted to come. Though certain jobs required very few people, each of the Sariqas members were silent and capable. If they wanted to fill the rooms like statues, they could and still not be in Somra’s way.
He’d assigned Somra to steal something simple, but inside the occupied bedroom. The point was to go unnoticed with someone inside the room. A truly good thief didn’t need to wait for cover of darkness or the safety of the house occupants being asleep. Climb in through a window, take what you were after, don’t get caught. Easy. However, this mission wasn’t designed to make Somra fail. Simply to see if she even could steal well, and to give her the best advantage to do it.
As Akhmad left from above, Khanh moved across the stones and felt Somra coming after him. She scaled a wall. He chose to use the lower level as his means of entry. Removing a thin metal hook from his belt, he walked up to one of the shuttered first story windows and slid the long, thin piece of metal between the shutter doors. They were latched on the inside, but it was a simple matter of using the hook to force up the latch. With a deft flick of his wrist, he’d flipped the latch and the shutters inched outwards, no longer bound to each other. Lifting up from the bottom of both, Khanh used a bit of leverage pressure on the hinges to ensure the shutters didn’t squeak as he opened them wide enough for him to slip through.
The ledge was only as wide as his foot, and he perched on it, looking about the shadowed interior of the room. There were klines, a few bookshelves, some sort of small table. A sitting room, he surmised. Lowering himself into the house, he left the shutters open and had just crossed the room in time to hear a loud thump with a certain softness to the sound. A body hitting the ground. He’d know that sound anywhere.
Pivoting on his heel, Khanh moved to the far wall of the room and checked the doorway, ensuring he was alone in the downstairs area before moving down a short hallway. The windows here were shuttered too, but he peered through the thin line between them to find an elderly man on his back. With such a narrow view, he could not tell if the man was alive or dead, but his presence was confusing. How and why was he here? The house should only have one woman. Khanh took a step back from the window, eyes sweeping the ground, thinking fast. Obviously something had changed from last night to this. Suddenly he looked up as though he could see Somra through the ceiling. He was not too terribly concerned for her with Akhmad up there, but he was confused as to why-
“Papa, are you well? Is Meter?” the voice of Delias echoed down the stairs at the far end of the house and he frowned. Hmmm. She was looking for the old man, it seemed. Khanh crept toward the stairs, moving up them little by little, but always sticking to the shadows. Once he got to the top landing, he pressed himself against the wall, looking for Somra. They could still rob this house with the woman awake, but it would take more finesse than originally planned. All they had to do was avoid the woman, for Somra to take something from the bedroom, and then they could leave.
Khanh crept until he found Somra. In silence, he nodded to her, indicating that, aside from more people in the house, her objective had not changed. Motioning that he would be downstairs, Khanh left her then and crept back down, pressing himself into a shadowed corner, waiting.
Somra was surprised to see Khanh come sneaking over to her, the nod and the look in his eyes said everything. She was to continue, despite the presence of more people than originally planned, one who was now awake, unaware that the man she sought was laying out on the ground potentially dead. Somra had seen Akhmad’s movements out of the corner of her eye as she had escaped that bedroom, and she had suddenly regretted inviting him along. There was no necessity to see the man over the balcony in Somra’s eyes, and her stomach felt like it sunk at the thought that the man very well might have been killed for a training exercise. She took a deep and silent breath, she couldn’t focus on that now. She needed to get this task done and get out of here before anyone else was hurt for it.
Once Khanh had disappeared again, she slipped down the hallway, footsteps silent as she did her best to stick to the shadows, listening for any movements that might indicate anyone else in the household who was awake. Suddenly she pressed herself against the wall as flat as she could as a blonde man came wandering down the hallway, seemingly still half asleep, he must have just awoken. The man stretched his arms up over his head and yawned, shuffling off to Gods knew where. She couldn’t help but think he was a little cute as she watched him wander past her, oblivious to her presence. He continued down the hallway and off to where ever he had been planning on going.
How many people were in this damn house? Khanh had apparently been very very wrong when he had said there was only one person here. She felt a little angry that he had been so sloppy with his reconnaissance, how could he have missed the presence of this many people?
She waited just a bit longer to make sure that no one else was coming, or that the blonde man wasn’t returning. He had come from the bedroom that she knew was her target, so she took the opportunity to slip quickly down the hallway and into the room. Confirming that it was empty of life, she took a moment to think where the necklace might be hidden. She had landed on a small wooden box on a dresser by the bed when she heard footsteps returning. Quickly she hit the floor and rolled under the bed, watching as the blonde man’s feet appeared, and then disappeared as he moved to lay on the bed. She lay there for a few moments, making sure that he wasn’t going any where else before she slowly slid herself towards the dresser. She peeked up, the man was laying on his side, facing away from her. She took the moment to stand fully, open the box, grab the necklace and slip it on her neck before making a beeline quietly for his window. He didn’t notice a thing.
She slipped out the open window, thankful that he seemed to like the cooler night air. It took her no time at all to find a handhold in the stone of the wall, climbing her way carefully and quickly sideways and down towards the nearest open window on the lower level. She paused to listen, and when there were no signs of movement in the room, she slipped in. It just so happened to be the room where Khanh waited for her.
She reached up and took the necklace from around her neck, holding it out to him wordlessly.
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Somra was surprised to see Khanh come sneaking over to her, the nod and the look in his eyes said everything. She was to continue, despite the presence of more people than originally planned, one who was now awake, unaware that the man she sought was laying out on the ground potentially dead. Somra had seen Akhmad’s movements out of the corner of her eye as she had escaped that bedroom, and she had suddenly regretted inviting him along. There was no necessity to see the man over the balcony in Somra’s eyes, and her stomach felt like it sunk at the thought that the man very well might have been killed for a training exercise. She took a deep and silent breath, she couldn’t focus on that now. She needed to get this task done and get out of here before anyone else was hurt for it.
Once Khanh had disappeared again, she slipped down the hallway, footsteps silent as she did her best to stick to the shadows, listening for any movements that might indicate anyone else in the household who was awake. Suddenly she pressed herself against the wall as flat as she could as a blonde man came wandering down the hallway, seemingly still half asleep, he must have just awoken. The man stretched his arms up over his head and yawned, shuffling off to Gods knew where. She couldn’t help but think he was a little cute as she watched him wander past her, oblivious to her presence. He continued down the hallway and off to where ever he had been planning on going.
How many people were in this damn house? Khanh had apparently been very very wrong when he had said there was only one person here. She felt a little angry that he had been so sloppy with his reconnaissance, how could he have missed the presence of this many people?
She waited just a bit longer to make sure that no one else was coming, or that the blonde man wasn’t returning. He had come from the bedroom that she knew was her target, so she took the opportunity to slip quickly down the hallway and into the room. Confirming that it was empty of life, she took a moment to think where the necklace might be hidden. She had landed on a small wooden box on a dresser by the bed when she heard footsteps returning. Quickly she hit the floor and rolled under the bed, watching as the blonde man’s feet appeared, and then disappeared as he moved to lay on the bed. She lay there for a few moments, making sure that he wasn’t going any where else before she slowly slid herself towards the dresser. She peeked up, the man was laying on his side, facing away from her. She took the moment to stand fully, open the box, grab the necklace and slip it on her neck before making a beeline quietly for his window. He didn’t notice a thing.
She slipped out the open window, thankful that he seemed to like the cooler night air. It took her no time at all to find a handhold in the stone of the wall, climbing her way carefully and quickly sideways and down towards the nearest open window on the lower level. She paused to listen, and when there were no signs of movement in the room, she slipped in. It just so happened to be the room where Khanh waited for her.
She reached up and took the necklace from around her neck, holding it out to him wordlessly.
Somra was surprised to see Khanh come sneaking over to her, the nod and the look in his eyes said everything. She was to continue, despite the presence of more people than originally planned, one who was now awake, unaware that the man she sought was laying out on the ground potentially dead. Somra had seen Akhmad’s movements out of the corner of her eye as she had escaped that bedroom, and she had suddenly regretted inviting him along. There was no necessity to see the man over the balcony in Somra’s eyes, and her stomach felt like it sunk at the thought that the man very well might have been killed for a training exercise. She took a deep and silent breath, she couldn’t focus on that now. She needed to get this task done and get out of here before anyone else was hurt for it.
Once Khanh had disappeared again, she slipped down the hallway, footsteps silent as she did her best to stick to the shadows, listening for any movements that might indicate anyone else in the household who was awake. Suddenly she pressed herself against the wall as flat as she could as a blonde man came wandering down the hallway, seemingly still half asleep, he must have just awoken. The man stretched his arms up over his head and yawned, shuffling off to Gods knew where. She couldn’t help but think he was a little cute as she watched him wander past her, oblivious to her presence. He continued down the hallway and off to where ever he had been planning on going.
How many people were in this damn house? Khanh had apparently been very very wrong when he had said there was only one person here. She felt a little angry that he had been so sloppy with his reconnaissance, how could he have missed the presence of this many people?
She waited just a bit longer to make sure that no one else was coming, or that the blonde man wasn’t returning. He had come from the bedroom that she knew was her target, so she took the opportunity to slip quickly down the hallway and into the room. Confirming that it was empty of life, she took a moment to think where the necklace might be hidden. She had landed on a small wooden box on a dresser by the bed when she heard footsteps returning. Quickly she hit the floor and rolled under the bed, watching as the blonde man’s feet appeared, and then disappeared as he moved to lay on the bed. She lay there for a few moments, making sure that he wasn’t going any where else before she slowly slid herself towards the dresser. She peeked up, the man was laying on his side, facing away from her. She took the moment to stand fully, open the box, grab the necklace and slip it on her neck before making a beeline quietly for his window. He didn’t notice a thing.
She slipped out the open window, thankful that he seemed to like the cooler night air. It took her no time at all to find a handhold in the stone of the wall, climbing her way carefully and quickly sideways and down towards the nearest open window on the lower level. She paused to listen, and when there were no signs of movement in the room, she slipped in. It just so happened to be the room where Khanh waited for her.
She reached up and took the necklace from around her neck, holding it out to him wordlessly.
If Somra was angry about his being mistaken about he emptiness of this house, it was nothing to the way Khanh felt. He felt like a prized idiot, because the house had been empty. Yesterday. What was it with these Greeks? They picked up and moved into and out of houses so quickly, it made Khanh wonder if they were really the nomads, instead of him and the Sariqas. As he stood pressed to the wall, he glared at the sleepy blonde man wandering about. Yet another person that shouldn’t be here.
He glanced around the corner, about to move from his spot, but felt the need to wait for another few seconds. After all, he didn’t know where the blonde man was going, or what he was doing. These weren’t the purposeful steps of someone fully in their right mind. Khanh had the growing suspicion that the blonde man was sleep walking. Or close enough to it. The blonde man paused at a window, staring blearily out of it, yawning again. Then shuffled into a room. Khanh slipped out from his hiding place, then snuck into the next room. No sooner had he opened a box on the nightstand than he nearly jumped out of his skin, finding the blonde man staring right at him.
Khanh did nothing, muscles poised, ready to simply reach out and break the man’s neck before he had the presence of mind to call the alarm, but then he realized there was no recognition in the blonde’s eyes. No hint of shock that there was an intruder in the house, no nothing. Hardly daring to breathe, much less move, Khanh didn’t lift a finger as the blonde man smiled at him and said, ”Good doggie.” and then wandered back out of the room.
Good doggie? Was there a dog in the house, then, too? No. Probably not. They’d have been found out by now if there was, unless the dog was so old and feeble that it didn’t guard anything or anyone anymore. Movement at the window caught his attention and he watched Somra glide in, standing there, and simply handing him the necklace. Without a word, Khanh took it from her and nodded his head toward the window. They could go back out of this strange place and be done with this whole thing.
Indicating for Somra to go first, Khanh followed her out, dropping to the ground and crouching there with practiced ease. He wasn’t worried about Akhmad finding his way out. Darting across the street, Khanh crouched in the bushes and removed his mask, angry. “I hate Greeks,” Khanh spat, waiting until Akhmad came to continue. “They come, they go. The house was empty. This is not like Egypt where you can trust people to stay with their decisions. We will be more watchful of this in future.” Then he gestured in irritation for the three of them to depart, thoroughly sick of this. The sooner they found what it was Nahash wanted, the better.
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If Somra was angry about his being mistaken about he emptiness of this house, it was nothing to the way Khanh felt. He felt like a prized idiot, because the house had been empty. Yesterday. What was it with these Greeks? They picked up and moved into and out of houses so quickly, it made Khanh wonder if they were really the nomads, instead of him and the Sariqas. As he stood pressed to the wall, he glared at the sleepy blonde man wandering about. Yet another person that shouldn’t be here.
He glanced around the corner, about to move from his spot, but felt the need to wait for another few seconds. After all, he didn’t know where the blonde man was going, or what he was doing. These weren’t the purposeful steps of someone fully in their right mind. Khanh had the growing suspicion that the blonde man was sleep walking. Or close enough to it. The blonde man paused at a window, staring blearily out of it, yawning again. Then shuffled into a room. Khanh slipped out from his hiding place, then snuck into the next room. No sooner had he opened a box on the nightstand than he nearly jumped out of his skin, finding the blonde man staring right at him.
Khanh did nothing, muscles poised, ready to simply reach out and break the man’s neck before he had the presence of mind to call the alarm, but then he realized there was no recognition in the blonde’s eyes. No hint of shock that there was an intruder in the house, no nothing. Hardly daring to breathe, much less move, Khanh didn’t lift a finger as the blonde man smiled at him and said, ”Good doggie.” and then wandered back out of the room.
Good doggie? Was there a dog in the house, then, too? No. Probably not. They’d have been found out by now if there was, unless the dog was so old and feeble that it didn’t guard anything or anyone anymore. Movement at the window caught his attention and he watched Somra glide in, standing there, and simply handing him the necklace. Without a word, Khanh took it from her and nodded his head toward the window. They could go back out of this strange place and be done with this whole thing.
Indicating for Somra to go first, Khanh followed her out, dropping to the ground and crouching there with practiced ease. He wasn’t worried about Akhmad finding his way out. Darting across the street, Khanh crouched in the bushes and removed his mask, angry. “I hate Greeks,” Khanh spat, waiting until Akhmad came to continue. “They come, they go. The house was empty. This is not like Egypt where you can trust people to stay with their decisions. We will be more watchful of this in future.” Then he gestured in irritation for the three of them to depart, thoroughly sick of this. The sooner they found what it was Nahash wanted, the better.
If Somra was angry about his being mistaken about he emptiness of this house, it was nothing to the way Khanh felt. He felt like a prized idiot, because the house had been empty. Yesterday. What was it with these Greeks? They picked up and moved into and out of houses so quickly, it made Khanh wonder if they were really the nomads, instead of him and the Sariqas. As he stood pressed to the wall, he glared at the sleepy blonde man wandering about. Yet another person that shouldn’t be here.
He glanced around the corner, about to move from his spot, but felt the need to wait for another few seconds. After all, he didn’t know where the blonde man was going, or what he was doing. These weren’t the purposeful steps of someone fully in their right mind. Khanh had the growing suspicion that the blonde man was sleep walking. Or close enough to it. The blonde man paused at a window, staring blearily out of it, yawning again. Then shuffled into a room. Khanh slipped out from his hiding place, then snuck into the next room. No sooner had he opened a box on the nightstand than he nearly jumped out of his skin, finding the blonde man staring right at him.
Khanh did nothing, muscles poised, ready to simply reach out and break the man’s neck before he had the presence of mind to call the alarm, but then he realized there was no recognition in the blonde’s eyes. No hint of shock that there was an intruder in the house, no nothing. Hardly daring to breathe, much less move, Khanh didn’t lift a finger as the blonde man smiled at him and said, ”Good doggie.” and then wandered back out of the room.
Good doggie? Was there a dog in the house, then, too? No. Probably not. They’d have been found out by now if there was, unless the dog was so old and feeble that it didn’t guard anything or anyone anymore. Movement at the window caught his attention and he watched Somra glide in, standing there, and simply handing him the necklace. Without a word, Khanh took it from her and nodded his head toward the window. They could go back out of this strange place and be done with this whole thing.
Indicating for Somra to go first, Khanh followed her out, dropping to the ground and crouching there with practiced ease. He wasn’t worried about Akhmad finding his way out. Darting across the street, Khanh crouched in the bushes and removed his mask, angry. “I hate Greeks,” Khanh spat, waiting until Akhmad came to continue. “They come, they go. The house was empty. This is not like Egypt where you can trust people to stay with their decisions. We will be more watchful of this in future.” Then he gestured in irritation for the three of them to depart, thoroughly sick of this. The sooner they found what it was Nahash wanted, the better.
Having no idea that the other two had already left the building - for how could he - so it took until he had subdued the young girl that had interrupted their invasion of her home, before he could stop, listen and surmise that his brethren had already departed. With a roll of his eyes and a shrug of his shoulders, not bothering to question what had gone wrong - for he knew the issue well enough: there were people here who should not have been - Akhmad was like a merciless shadow as he darted back out onto the balcony, sparing not a look for the older man he had knocked clean off of it and down to the grassy landing spot below. Instead, he simply spun in his heel and leapt for the rooftop, securing a hold on the stony edges of the square building and pulling himself quickly up onto the open space of the roof.
His steps were quick and assured as he charged over its surface, found a ledge from which he could spring, his leap allowing his hands to take hold of an extended branch of a nearby tree. His swing set him flowing through the air and he spun into a roll as he descended before landing feet first and with a soft little thump beside his immediate leader Khanh.
As if the man had been expecting his appearance, Khanh didn't bat an eyelash at Akhmad's sudden appearance in a little shower of leaves from the shaken treetops and instead continued on his grumbling.
Reaching out, Akhmad placed a hand upon his friend’s shoulder, just for a moment and offered a one-shouldered shrug as if to say - what does it matter. It's all good. - and then with a gesture at Somra that was a silent challenge, darted off down the street and up onto the nearest rooftop that would become their treacherous race track of gymnastic skill back to the Sariqas' hideout...
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Having no idea that the other two had already left the building - for how could he - so it took until he had subdued the young girl that had interrupted their invasion of her home, before he could stop, listen and surmise that his brethren had already departed. With a roll of his eyes and a shrug of his shoulders, not bothering to question what had gone wrong - for he knew the issue well enough: there were people here who should not have been - Akhmad was like a merciless shadow as he darted back out onto the balcony, sparing not a look for the older man he had knocked clean off of it and down to the grassy landing spot below. Instead, he simply spun in his heel and leapt for the rooftop, securing a hold on the stony edges of the square building and pulling himself quickly up onto the open space of the roof.
His steps were quick and assured as he charged over its surface, found a ledge from which he could spring, his leap allowing his hands to take hold of an extended branch of a nearby tree. His swing set him flowing through the air and he spun into a roll as he descended before landing feet first and with a soft little thump beside his immediate leader Khanh.
As if the man had been expecting his appearance, Khanh didn't bat an eyelash at Akhmad's sudden appearance in a little shower of leaves from the shaken treetops and instead continued on his grumbling.
Reaching out, Akhmad placed a hand upon his friend’s shoulder, just for a moment and offered a one-shouldered shrug as if to say - what does it matter. It's all good. - and then with a gesture at Somra that was a silent challenge, darted off down the street and up onto the nearest rooftop that would become their treacherous race track of gymnastic skill back to the Sariqas' hideout...
Having no idea that the other two had already left the building - for how could he - so it took until he had subdued the young girl that had interrupted their invasion of her home, before he could stop, listen and surmise that his brethren had already departed. With a roll of his eyes and a shrug of his shoulders, not bothering to question what had gone wrong - for he knew the issue well enough: there were people here who should not have been - Akhmad was like a merciless shadow as he darted back out onto the balcony, sparing not a look for the older man he had knocked clean off of it and down to the grassy landing spot below. Instead, he simply spun in his heel and leapt for the rooftop, securing a hold on the stony edges of the square building and pulling himself quickly up onto the open space of the roof.
His steps were quick and assured as he charged over its surface, found a ledge from which he could spring, his leap allowing his hands to take hold of an extended branch of a nearby tree. His swing set him flowing through the air and he spun into a roll as he descended before landing feet first and with a soft little thump beside his immediate leader Khanh.
As if the man had been expecting his appearance, Khanh didn't bat an eyelash at Akhmad's sudden appearance in a little shower of leaves from the shaken treetops and instead continued on his grumbling.
Reaching out, Akhmad placed a hand upon his friend’s shoulder, just for a moment and offered a one-shouldered shrug as if to say - what does it matter. It's all good. - and then with a gesture at Somra that was a silent challenge, darted off down the street and up onto the nearest rooftop that would become their treacherous race track of gymnastic skill back to the Sariqas' hideout...
Somra was glad to leave the house, things had gone wrong right from the start and she no longer wanted to be involved in what ever the hell was going on there. She just wanted to get back to the hideout and relax for a little while. She hoped at least she had proven herself finally, still committing to and completing the task she had been given, while also avoiding being caught despite the misinformation that Khanh had given them. If they had any doubts of her skills now, she thought they would likely never trust that she was capable. There wasn’t much more they could possibly test her on.
She leapt out the window as she was indicated to, rolling to absorb her impact, she was on her feet once more in half a second, brushing the dirt off her dress from where she had hit the ground. She hurried with Khanh back across the street where they could be hidden from anyone’s view in case any of them looked out the windows or anything like that and spotted a weird figure standing there.
She made no comment at Khanh’s anger, thinking that if she opened her mouth to say anything, he would likely only turn his anger towards her, and she had had enough of that to last her a life time. So instead she remained silent, waiting for Akhmad to join them and someone to give instruction on what they wanted her to do next. She was working on this whole obedience thing as best as she could, but she was so used to doing things for herself that it was tough to completely change all of that.
She did smile a little as Akhmad gestured at her before taking off. A race.
She looked at Khanh for confirmation she was okay to follow, and when it was given she took off after him, knowing that she would need to go at her top speed to have any hope of catching up to her silent companion. She enjoyed his company, at least as much as she could, because he was someone that could keep up with her skills in speed and general acrobatics. She had never met anyone who’s skills in such could quite compare to her own.
She held no worry as they raced across rooftops and buildings, though there was a very real danger of getting hurt or killed if a wrong move was made. Somra had never been afraid of anything death defying, at least not when it came to this sort of thing. In fact, she thrived on it, free climbing steep cliffsides was one of her favourite activities, and something she often did simply for fun.
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Somra was glad to leave the house, things had gone wrong right from the start and she no longer wanted to be involved in what ever the hell was going on there. She just wanted to get back to the hideout and relax for a little while. She hoped at least she had proven herself finally, still committing to and completing the task she had been given, while also avoiding being caught despite the misinformation that Khanh had given them. If they had any doubts of her skills now, she thought they would likely never trust that she was capable. There wasn’t much more they could possibly test her on.
She leapt out the window as she was indicated to, rolling to absorb her impact, she was on her feet once more in half a second, brushing the dirt off her dress from where she had hit the ground. She hurried with Khanh back across the street where they could be hidden from anyone’s view in case any of them looked out the windows or anything like that and spotted a weird figure standing there.
She made no comment at Khanh’s anger, thinking that if she opened her mouth to say anything, he would likely only turn his anger towards her, and she had had enough of that to last her a life time. So instead she remained silent, waiting for Akhmad to join them and someone to give instruction on what they wanted her to do next. She was working on this whole obedience thing as best as she could, but she was so used to doing things for herself that it was tough to completely change all of that.
She did smile a little as Akhmad gestured at her before taking off. A race.
She looked at Khanh for confirmation she was okay to follow, and when it was given she took off after him, knowing that she would need to go at her top speed to have any hope of catching up to her silent companion. She enjoyed his company, at least as much as she could, because he was someone that could keep up with her skills in speed and general acrobatics. She had never met anyone who’s skills in such could quite compare to her own.
She held no worry as they raced across rooftops and buildings, though there was a very real danger of getting hurt or killed if a wrong move was made. Somra had never been afraid of anything death defying, at least not when it came to this sort of thing. In fact, she thrived on it, free climbing steep cliffsides was one of her favourite activities, and something she often did simply for fun.
Somra was glad to leave the house, things had gone wrong right from the start and she no longer wanted to be involved in what ever the hell was going on there. She just wanted to get back to the hideout and relax for a little while. She hoped at least she had proven herself finally, still committing to and completing the task she had been given, while also avoiding being caught despite the misinformation that Khanh had given them. If they had any doubts of her skills now, she thought they would likely never trust that she was capable. There wasn’t much more they could possibly test her on.
She leapt out the window as she was indicated to, rolling to absorb her impact, she was on her feet once more in half a second, brushing the dirt off her dress from where she had hit the ground. She hurried with Khanh back across the street where they could be hidden from anyone’s view in case any of them looked out the windows or anything like that and spotted a weird figure standing there.
She made no comment at Khanh’s anger, thinking that if she opened her mouth to say anything, he would likely only turn his anger towards her, and she had had enough of that to last her a life time. So instead she remained silent, waiting for Akhmad to join them and someone to give instruction on what they wanted her to do next. She was working on this whole obedience thing as best as she could, but she was so used to doing things for herself that it was tough to completely change all of that.
She did smile a little as Akhmad gestured at her before taking off. A race.
She looked at Khanh for confirmation she was okay to follow, and when it was given she took off after him, knowing that she would need to go at her top speed to have any hope of catching up to her silent companion. She enjoyed his company, at least as much as she could, because he was someone that could keep up with her skills in speed and general acrobatics. She had never met anyone who’s skills in such could quite compare to her own.
She held no worry as they raced across rooftops and buildings, though there was a very real danger of getting hurt or killed if a wrong move was made. Somra had never been afraid of anything death defying, at least not when it came to this sort of thing. In fact, she thrived on it, free climbing steep cliffsides was one of her favourite activities, and something she often did simply for fun.