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OOCOh, I forgot to tell you that I edited the echolocation stuff since Elysium did not approve of it. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Upon opening the chest, he almost forgot about the other guy, hiding from him. Well, he didn’t matter right now, this was more important. He kept an ear out for any sound he made, but except for the almost unnoticeable breaths the man took he couldn't detect a thing. He didn’t hear any footsteps or other indications that the man was moving at all. Well, he did, but he paid it no heed. It was impossible to stand absolutely motionless after all.
Shrugging casually, he threw the lid of the chest wide open, revealing what was stored inside. Much to his disappointment, the chest didn’t hold the treasures he’d expected to find. He had dreamed of loads of kina, jewels of the highest value, gold and silver rings and necklaces stored within. He shook his head. Tsk. He had to admit that his daydreams of fortune and treasure were a bit unrealistic. Such things would only be found it a safe box with a really though lock that only master thieves could pick. Such boxes were very expensive, he knew.
But this guy - , how had he called himself again? Geoff? Something like that. – seemed to have loads of money. He owned that expensive feeling vase over there, so he had to have. Why didn’t he have decent locks then? Maybe he had, like the one on the chest, but he hadn’t bothered feeling the inside of it, so he had no idea if it was a sturdy lock or not. Not that it mattered, or that the thief cared. But still, he was a bit disappointed.
What kept in the chest he’d just opened were papers. Documents perhaps? Important ones? No, he doubted that. He wouldn’t store them in a random chest in the living room if they were. Plucking hands full of paper out of the chest’s belly, he threw it over his shoulder. Maybe there was something hidden underneath them. Too bad. This box only contained worthless paper. Nothing he could take pride in stealing it. He sighed.
Maybe this Geoff wasn’t so rich after all. He just owned a fancy house and vase to impress people, but had wasted all his money when he bought them and was a poor bastard now. A nice story, but the bat didn’t believe it. Even though he had made it up himself, and it might be probable didn’t mean it was true. Grabbing the sides of the lid, he pulled it shut, sealing off the (now) empty chest. Were there other things worth breaking in to here in this room? Yes, a few more chests stood side by side, guarding a statue on a small pedestal.
He didn’t want to go through the trouble of smashing his thumb again, so he ignored them. Something else got his attention now. Something that annoyed him like a mosquito buzzing in your ears when you want to sleep. Not that he minded that too much really. He considered it to be a free meal. His prey came to him for once. He hated their stings though. It itched. Very annoying.
Getting to his feet, he placed his hand on his cloak accidently. Feeling an instant pull at his neck, he quickly sat back down and tried again, making sure he didn’t make that mistake again. In an attempt to look casual, he looked around the room, stared at a random object near the wall on the same side the open door was and headed that way with stealthy steps. Distraction movement completed. Good. Now for the annoying pest observing him.
How should he deal with that other intruder? Just sneak towards him and attack? Wouldn’t he notice right away? Besides the bat had to turn around the corner first and only then he could attack. In that moment the other one could have struck already. Or fled. He’d rather have the latter. He did have to admit that he was starting to get fired up again. Fear was gathering in his stomach, but excitement as well. He closed his eyes briefly and shivered with pleasure. This was becoming an addiction, if it hadn’t been one already the first time he’d felt it.
Perhaps he could go around and catch him in the back? A surprise attack so to speak. He didn’t think that was actually possible. He hadn’t seen any other doors in the hallway, except the one that had brought him here. He could have missed it. It was possible. He couldn’t see really well in the dark, so the lack of light might have cloaked the door. He could try. The house was certainly big enough to have multiple doors in the hallway. He’d put his money on that plan. It was safer. Even though he had to turn his back at the sneaky bastard hiding in his corner. He shrugged. No plan was ever without risk. He strode towards the door, silently and seemingly calm, but his muscles were tensed and his ears cocked.
Upon opening the chest, he almost forgot about the other guy, hiding from him. Well, he didn’t matter right now, this was more important. He kept an ear out for any sound he made, but except for the almost unnoticeable breaths the man took he couldn't detect a thing. He didn’t hear any footsteps or other indications that the man was moving at all. Well, he did, but he paid it no heed. It was impossible to stand absolutely motionless after all.
Shrugging casually, he threw the lid of the chest wide open, revealing what was stored inside. Much to his disappointment, the chest didn’t hold the treasures he’d expected to find. He had dreamed of loads of kina, jewels of the highest value, gold and silver rings and necklaces stored within. He shook his head. Tsk. He had to admit that his daydreams of fortune and treasure were a bit unrealistic. Such things would only be found it a safe box with a really though lock that only master thieves could pick. Such boxes were very expensive, he knew.
But this guy - , how had he called himself again? Geoff? Something like that. – seemed to have loads of money. He owned that expensive feeling vase over there, so he had to have. Why didn’t he have decent locks then? Maybe he had, like the one on the chest, but he hadn’t bothered feeling the inside of it, so he had no idea if it was a sturdy lock or not. Not that it mattered, or that the thief cared. But still, he was a bit disappointed.
What kept in the chest he’d just opened were papers. Documents perhaps? Important ones? No, he doubted that. He wouldn’t store them in a random chest in the living room if they were. Plucking hands full of paper out of the chest’s belly, he threw it over his shoulder. Maybe there was something hidden underneath them. Too bad. This box only contained worthless paper. Nothing he could take pride in stealing it. He sighed.
Maybe this Geoff wasn’t so rich after all. He just owned a fancy house and vase to impress people, but had wasted all his money when he bought them and was a poor bastard now. A nice story, but the bat didn’t believe it. Even though he had made it up himself, and it might be probable didn’t mean it was true. Grabbing the sides of the lid, he pulled it shut, sealing off the (now) empty chest. Were there other things worth breaking in to here in this room? Yes, a few more chests stood side by side, guarding a statue on a small pedestal.
He didn’t want to go through the trouble of smashing his thumb again, so he ignored them. Something else got his attention now. Something that annoyed him like a mosquito buzzing in your ears when you want to sleep. Not that he minded that too much really. He considered it to be a free meal. His prey came to him for once. He hated their stings though. It itched. Very annoying.
Getting to his feet, he placed his hand on his cloak accidently. Feeling an instant pull at his neck, he quickly sat back down and tried again, making sure he didn’t make that mistake again. In an attempt to look casual, he looked around the room, stared at a random object near the wall on the same side the open door was and headed that way with stealthy steps. Distraction movement completed. Good. Now for the annoying pest observing him.
How should he deal with that other intruder? Just sneak towards him and attack? Wouldn’t he notice right away? Besides the bat had to turn around the corner first and only then he could attack. In that moment the other one could have struck already. Or fled. He’d rather have the latter. He did have to admit that he was starting to get fired up again. Fear was gathering in his stomach, but excitement as well. He closed his eyes briefly and shivered with pleasure. This was becoming an addiction, if it hadn’t been one already the first time he’d felt it.
Perhaps he could go around and catch him in the back? A surprise attack so to speak. He didn’t think that was actually possible. He hadn’t seen any other doors in the hallway, except the one that had brought him here. He could have missed it. It was possible. He couldn’t see really well in the dark, so the lack of light might have cloaked the door. He could try. The house was certainly big enough to have multiple doors in the hallway. He’d put his money on that plan. It was safer. Even though he had to turn his back at the sneaky bastard hiding in his corner. He shrugged. No plan was ever without risk. He strode towards the door, silently and seemingly calm, but his muscles were tensed and his ears cocked.
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