They had waited till eleven, Autumn and Marjorie still dancing a little kirili. "Hey!" said Jake. The two girls turned. "What is it?" said Autumn still panting from the workout. "She's not here, the sun is practically at midday." said Jake They thought out loud for a moment. "Well if shes not going to show what should we do?" Autumn said. "If we go search I'm sure she'll start on her own as well." Marjorie added. "Boss did say the mark liked drinking, we could try and meet her at the Pig's Head Tavern after dark. She should know." said Jake remembering their chat with their client. "Ooh can we get drunk?" asked Autumn excitedly. "This is business Autumn, not pleasure." stated Jake pointedly. "Well I'm getting drunk, I could walk a line from here all the way home after four pints." "Well I'm happy to hear that your tolerance is in good shape, but even so, this is business." "I'm getting drunk..." Jake threw up his arms and sighed. "Fine Autumn, get drunk tonight." "I will, after a heavy day's searching that is." she smiled. "Alright lets go." said Autumn turning toward the streets. "Wait." said Jake. Autumn stopped and turned. "What?" "I'll stay here and wait for Jules, I don't want to leave her behind." Autumn and Marjorie turned to eachother and back again. "Sure, happy waiting." Autumn giving her blessing. "See you at the Pigs Head Jake!" said Marjorie.
They turned and began picking up all the copper pieces people had thrown on the ground before their spectacle of dancing exuberance. "We made 4sm and 6cm babe." Autumn said after she counted the pieces. Marjorie smiled a deep smile at Autumn. "Always love dancing with you babe." Autumn gave her a loving look. "You too." Autumn said lovingly. They turned and both walked toward one of the major streets of Sunberth, their arms together as they walked.
"Beggars first." Autumn stated as they were in the thick of the crowd. "Good call." Finding the beggars was not very hard, many of them were strewn about the city looking for a temporary home or something to eat, begging for money that some would use on drugs over even shelter and food. Autumn had a place in the dark corners of her heart for the people who made money ruining peoples' lives with their addictive substances; it was chemical slavery. Marjorie hated slaving more than anything, even if the slaves had found good homes. People had no right to treat others like property. Most of the beggars were their friends, they had come to them many times and paid them quite a bit of money over the years; they were the best lead one could have on a leadless search. They came up to one of them on a side street. He was blind and holding a small cup with copper janging within, a coarse beard down to his chest and wearing tattered clothing covering his emaciated form. "Ortho you're lookin' a little more dangly than ususal hon." Autumn said greeting the old man. "Aww Autumn is that you? I haven't seen you in ages!" the old man said with a creaky old voice. "You've never seen me." Autumn said correcting him. "Well I hear you just fine ya clown!" said the old man with a creaky laugh. "What can I do ya for?" "Do you know anything about a red haired man passing through?" "My memory is a little groggy..." Autumn gave him 6 cm, and he bit into each one to get the taste of the rim. "Copper today eh? I haven't heard much." "How about someone important?" Marjorie asked. He coughed... "...I must still be drowsy, I can't seem to remember..." Autumn tossed him a silver miza, and he bit into it with surprise. "Oh, well then, you've jogged my memory. I've heard on the wind some people talking about a man who wanders the city at night with two bodyguards, so he must be important." "You think that's our man?" asked Marjorie to Autumn. "Its a decent lead, you know who said he wanders at night." Autumn said, keeping Boss's name from escaping into rumor through the ever watchful ears of Ortho. "Anything else?" "Nothing else really girls." Autumn threw him another piece for honesty, and another... "First one's for honesty, the second is to keep this conversation our little secret. I'll pay you another if you keep our little secret." "As always Autumn. Goodbye you two!" "Goodbye Ortho!" said Marjorie. "Bye!" Autumn said.
They walked about the town to a handful of other beggars they trusted.... nothing... Autumn paying them to keep their questions secret. No one would want to ask a beggar for information and have the beggar spilling to any commoner that there were two girls looking for some man.
"Ughh nothing!" "Ortho gave us the best lead we've got Autumn." "I know, wanna pull a Wisp on the Wind?" "We have to keep it quiet." "I know..."
A Wisp on the Wind was an old ploy taught to Autumn and passed down to Marjorie. They would walk and talk like gossipy girls hoping to draw the attention of rumor-hungry women all about them. If that didn't get any attention they would walk up to a group of gossipy women and start a rumor about the information that they wanted, in this case, to see if they could glean some information about their mark. They would let the rumor loose for a few hours and come back, asking about the information and by then someone would have some information and the rumor would spill out everywhere and come back again for Autumn and Marjorie to reap.
As they walked they had their ears open for anything about the mark. It took them awhile of listening to the whispers of the city to finally find one that had to do with them. "...red hair, and he walks around at night!" Autumn and Marjorie made their way towards the whisper and sat down on a stairstep right next to the three ladies having the conversation, acting natural. "At night!" one of the girls cooed. "Yes at night. He's a well off man, has two bodyguards with him at all times." "Oh well then he need not be afraid of these wretched streets." "Here here!" the other one said. "Apparently he's a philosopher..." 'Yes that's our man.' Autumn said under her breath to Marjorie. "A what?" "A phil-os-o-pher, it means you think a lot about the world." "I find that kind of man attractive!" "Here here!" said the other one... Autumn decided to make her move. "Hello ladies, we couldn't help but overhear you talking about a red-headed philosopher that wanders the streets at night." The girls looked horrified. One stepped up to Autumn. "You have NO RIGHT to listen to OUR conversation you little hood rat." Any other day Autumn would knock her the f*** out, but she was in character. "Oh I'm so sorry, its just, that man you're talking about sounds like our Uncle. He moved about a week ago, and we haven't seen him since. We don't even know where his house is! Please if you could tell us where he is or where he moved to that would be great, we miss him dearly." Autumn was holding back rage at this point, walking a perfect line to seem like she was as dim witted as the three of them. "Oh, thats so sad, I'm sorry. No what you heard is about all we heard. I'm sorry." "Are those flowers yours?" asked Autumn distracting them so that they would forget about their conversation. Autumn had a conversation about flowers for half an hour. When the three wenches finally finished Autumn said goodbye went to Marjorie. "Haha I was gonna sock that b*** right in the kisser the entire time, but sarcasm is truly a lifesaver. They had no idea I was making fun of them the entire time." "Good to hear you found an outlet for your anger Autumn." "Yeah... woooh, I can't act like a prissy girl for more than half an hour, it makes me want to hit something." Marjorie smiled. "You made it out of girlie world okay then?" said Marjorie with a laugh. "I feel great." Autumn said. |