Heist, Die, Repeat - Ronkk - RP 13/2/24
Feb 21, 2024 17:55:29 GMT
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Post by Phil on Feb 21, 2024 17:55:29 GMT
Cowritten with Wixspartan and Tom M
The setting: ‘Artur’, Digs, Forfeit, and Ronkk sat around a table at the Flourished Hook. ‘Artur’ is drinking water, Digs is stealing half finished drinks from other tables, Ronkk is drinking a cocktail bought for him by Forfeit who is a social butterfly flitting between other tables and not involved in the conversation.
“Y-yeah so… good heist. You guys were incredible with all those spells!” Digs ventures as he swallows the cigarette someone had put out in the drink he just stole.
"Yep! Safe to say we nailed it. And all that money just for books! Who knew books were worth stuff?" Ronkk beams back, "Gotta say, you're pretty speedy. Handy in a pinch. Them lil' legs serve you good and stuff!"
Digs nods along, equally surprised at the value of the books, “When y-you’re little like me it helps to be quick. D-don’t want to get caught you know? We c-can’t all be big, strong adventurers who can do magic.”
The glass of water in front of ‘Artur’ slowly floats to his lips as he takes a sip "I believe we performed our duties adequately, although I dispute the worth of books. It is the knowledge that is valuable, a useful distinction."
"Can't really fink of a time when knowledge was useful squashed in paper. I like learnin through doin'" asserts Ronkk, "You sounds like you've done shit like this before Digs. Do you go... err... heistin'.... Often?"
“Oh y-yeah I like collecting stuff, but nothing like this.” A wealthy patron walks past and without any appreciable movement Digs is suddenly engrossed in absentmindedly looking through the contents of their coin purse which is now sat on the table in front of him.
"Is that wot we did? Went collectin'?"
‘Artur’ looks blankly at the purse, "My associate, is that not illegal?"
“I-I mean, that guy collects books right?” Digs cocks his head at ‘Artur’, “What do you mean?”
"I am new to this place but I believe the social contract dictates that property is the property of its holder unless willingly exchanged"
“Yeah, b-but they aren’t holding it anymore though?“
"I ask then that I continue to hold the items that are on my person on threat of repossession"
Digs cocks his head again as if this should be obvious, “Y-you don’t have a lot of stuff though? You l-look like you don’t anyway.”
"I now happen to be in possession of a large amount of coins that I require to survive"
“Oh y-yeah, coins. Coins are weird. What do you even do with them?”
Artur just stares blankly for a moment, "I believe they are used in exchange for goods and services.” he pauses, "Unless my research is mistaken"
“Yeah, b-but like… what stuff do you need? T-teleporting yeah, and sometimes people want them for stuff, but when else do you even spend them really?”
From the robes a vial floats, inlaid with platinum symbols. Inside is a murky liquid, and suspended in it a single eyeball and tentacle. "Items, useful items"
“Oh c-cool what does it do? Is it a magic thing?”
The vial floats deep inside the robes again.
"By itself? No. It acts as a conduit, a bridge you could say. It represents the tear in reality through which I may bring forth the Other"
‘Artur’ looks away as another table erupts in raucous laughter. He looks back to see Digs turning the vial over in his hands, fascinated.
"I like to fink of laws as optional. Like, different places has different laws yeah? So then, who says wot laws are right or wrong?" Ronkk muses as he also stares at the vial in Digs’ hands.
The vial just slides out of Digs' hands and back into its pocket, Digs feels the strange presence push into his mind before it speaks.
"Do not do that again please"
Digs slinks his head down between raised shoulders at the uncomfortable experience, “Oh s-sorry my bad.”
Like a tentacle slithering through a tight gap the presence slides back out of his mind as he winces and turns to Ronkk, “Y-yeah right? It’s just p-powerful people who want to stay powerful who make the rules anyway.”
"Yep! That's why it's good to take fings from em... like books and stuff. Knocks em down a peg or two"
“He g-gets it.”
‘Artur rolls his eyes, “Yes, knock the goddess of magic down a peg or two. A necessary act I am sure”
Digs raises someone’s glass in unironic agreement as Ronkk follows up, "Those at the top have higher to fall, dun they"
“Especially when they’ve got wings.” Digs says as he downs the drink, his whole body shuddering as it goes down.
"Anyone for another?"
Digs goes to lick his eyes clean and kind of only achieves it with one, but shoves thestolen liberated coin purse toward Ronkk with a smile.
Ronkk smirks, "It's on the house then"
Ronkk goes to the bar and returns with 3 beverages and a water. He slides the water to Artur, "'ere's ya rain... bit odd aincha?"
"Odd? My apologies." The water floats to his lips as he takes a sip, "I would not necessarily consider myself odd, just... gifted"
"Fair nuff, probs all a bit odd anyways"
"I would rather think it is a prerequisite in your... our line of work no? The commitment to almost certain death on a routine basis on the promise of more wealth than could feasibly be spent in the average human lifespan?"
'Artur' turns back to Digs and just stares at him for a long moment.
"I must inquire, what makes you so curious about my spending habits?"
Digs cocks his head as he tries to piece together the question, "Huh? Oh I m-meant like you as in you" he gestures broadly, "not y-you as in you." he gestures more specifically at 'Artur'.
"As it stands this reality is rather strict on the duplicity of forms. I am the only you, there are no other "you"'s that that sentence can refer to, but I understand your point little kobold"
Digs and Ronkk share a moment of having absolutely no idea what that statement even means and return to their beverages.
The setting: ‘Artur’, Digs, Forfeit, and Ronkk sat around a table at the Flourished Hook. ‘Artur’ is drinking water, Digs is stealing half finished drinks from other tables, Ronkk is drinking a cocktail bought for him by Forfeit who is a social butterfly flitting between other tables and not involved in the conversation.
“Y-yeah so… good heist. You guys were incredible with all those spells!” Digs ventures as he swallows the cigarette someone had put out in the drink he just stole.
"Yep! Safe to say we nailed it. And all that money just for books! Who knew books were worth stuff?" Ronkk beams back, "Gotta say, you're pretty speedy. Handy in a pinch. Them lil' legs serve you good and stuff!"
Digs nods along, equally surprised at the value of the books, “When y-you’re little like me it helps to be quick. D-don’t want to get caught you know? We c-can’t all be big, strong adventurers who can do magic.”
The glass of water in front of ‘Artur’ slowly floats to his lips as he takes a sip "I believe we performed our duties adequately, although I dispute the worth of books. It is the knowledge that is valuable, a useful distinction."
"Can't really fink of a time when knowledge was useful squashed in paper. I like learnin through doin'" asserts Ronkk, "You sounds like you've done shit like this before Digs. Do you go... err... heistin'.... Often?"
“Oh y-yeah I like collecting stuff, but nothing like this.” A wealthy patron walks past and without any appreciable movement Digs is suddenly engrossed in absentmindedly looking through the contents of their coin purse which is now sat on the table in front of him.
"Is that wot we did? Went collectin'?"
‘Artur’ looks blankly at the purse, "My associate, is that not illegal?"
“I-I mean, that guy collects books right?” Digs cocks his head at ‘Artur’, “What do you mean?”
"I am new to this place but I believe the social contract dictates that property is the property of its holder unless willingly exchanged"
“Yeah, b-but they aren’t holding it anymore though?“
"I ask then that I continue to hold the items that are on my person on threat of repossession"
Digs cocks his head again as if this should be obvious, “Y-you don’t have a lot of stuff though? You l-look like you don’t anyway.”
"I now happen to be in possession of a large amount of coins that I require to survive"
“Oh y-yeah, coins. Coins are weird. What do you even do with them?”
Artur just stares blankly for a moment, "I believe they are used in exchange for goods and services.” he pauses, "Unless my research is mistaken"
“Yeah, b-but like… what stuff do you need? T-teleporting yeah, and sometimes people want them for stuff, but when else do you even spend them really?”
From the robes a vial floats, inlaid with platinum symbols. Inside is a murky liquid, and suspended in it a single eyeball and tentacle. "Items, useful items"
“Oh c-cool what does it do? Is it a magic thing?”
The vial floats deep inside the robes again.
"By itself? No. It acts as a conduit, a bridge you could say. It represents the tear in reality through which I may bring forth the Other"
‘Artur’ looks away as another table erupts in raucous laughter. He looks back to see Digs turning the vial over in his hands, fascinated.
"I like to fink of laws as optional. Like, different places has different laws yeah? So then, who says wot laws are right or wrong?" Ronkk muses as he also stares at the vial in Digs’ hands.
The vial just slides out of Digs' hands and back into its pocket, Digs feels the strange presence push into his mind before it speaks.
"Do not do that again please"
Digs slinks his head down between raised shoulders at the uncomfortable experience, “Oh s-sorry my bad.”
Like a tentacle slithering through a tight gap the presence slides back out of his mind as he winces and turns to Ronkk, “Y-yeah right? It’s just p-powerful people who want to stay powerful who make the rules anyway.”
"Yep! That's why it's good to take fings from em... like books and stuff. Knocks em down a peg or two"
“He g-gets it.”
‘Artur rolls his eyes, “Yes, knock the goddess of magic down a peg or two. A necessary act I am sure”
Digs raises someone’s glass in unironic agreement as Ronkk follows up, "Those at the top have higher to fall, dun they"
“Especially when they’ve got wings.” Digs says as he downs the drink, his whole body shuddering as it goes down.
"Anyone for another?"
Digs goes to lick his eyes clean and kind of only achieves it with one, but shoves the
Ronkk smirks, "It's on the house then"
Ronkk goes to the bar and returns with 3 beverages and a water. He slides the water to Artur, "'ere's ya rain... bit odd aincha?"
"Odd? My apologies." The water floats to his lips as he takes a sip, "I would not necessarily consider myself odd, just... gifted"
"Fair nuff, probs all a bit odd anyways"
"I would rather think it is a prerequisite in your... our line of work no? The commitment to almost certain death on a routine basis on the promise of more wealth than could feasibly be spent in the average human lifespan?"
'Artur' turns back to Digs and just stares at him for a long moment.
"I must inquire, what makes you so curious about my spending habits?"
Digs cocks his head as he tries to piece together the question, "Huh? Oh I m-meant like you as in you" he gestures broadly, "not y-you as in you." he gestures more specifically at 'Artur'.
"As it stands this reality is rather strict on the duplicity of forms. I am the only you, there are no other "you"'s that that sentence can refer to, but I understand your point little kobold"
Digs and Ronkk share a moment of having absolutely no idea what that statement even means and return to their beverages.
