Devious Decisions [Jokor]

[Leviathan]

The figure stopped moving. Jokor couldn't see eyes, the face was shrouded by hood and shadow, and he thought he even caught a glimpse of a cloth mask, black. Something wasn't right here. Jokor knew the truth in people, the obvious painful truth that people held when Knights and Guardians were no longer in the way. Everyone had the capacity to be violent. The figure reached up, the hand was slim, slender, tanned. A female, perhaps Geneve after all, yet when those delicate fingers grabbed the hood and pulled it down, Jokor saw something that almost knocked him off his feet. The woman was bald. The mask she wore did not cover her eyes, and it was too tight to the scalp to hide any hair there. No eyebrows, no eyelashes, no locks of hair. Bald. Her other hand lifted from under the cloak, and the telltale sound of metal crying as it was grinding against a leather scabbard instantly woke Jokor out of a trance induced by the surprise of the hairless woman. She replaced the hood, as if her intentions were only to expose those cold dark brown eyes and obvious features of hairlessness that she had, and instantly her silent feet started to carry her over towards Jokor at a frightening pace. A sword, shorter than the typical longsword carried by the knights, was gripped and held by her side as she briskly walked, almost glided it appeared, towards the thief. In an instant, Jokor found himself fearing affection as if it was death, to staring death in the eyes directly. He had to move, to fight, to cry for help. Anything, but standing there wasn't an option. Gambling on this woman not slaying him wasn't a great plan to keep himself breathing. And she seemed very intent on silencing his breath forever.

[Jokor]

Jokor got a chill up his spine when the figure stopped and looked at him, at least he thought it was looking at him he couldn't see the person's eyes the shadow of the hood, the lower half of her face was obscured by a black facemask, making it almost impossible to really see if she was looking at him or not. His concerns about him being the target of the person's attention where unfortunatly confirmed when a slim and slender hand, obviously from a female even to jokor, and she threw back her hood. Revealing a sight that one fortunately didn't see everyday, the woman's head was completely hairless. No eyelashes, no eyebrows, no locks of hair completely devoid of hair. “Now that shyke is just sick.” Jokor blurted out in disgust at the sight of the hairless head. Though the sound of a sword being pulled out of its scabbard quickly redirected his attention to the more pressing matters, namely that the woman was now quickly advancing on him with her sword drawn, and he didn't really think that she was going to allow him to live if he just stood there. The muscles in his legs quickly sprining into action he bolted away from the coming danger trying to keep as much distance between him and the woman that ran at him trying to cut his life short. His eyes darted around in the hopes that he could find a way out of the garden that where closer, and more safe to get to, then the one the woman came out off.

[Leviathan]

It had probably been a long time since Jokor felt terror this strong, this real, death so very close. The world around him seemed to darken as he began to focus entirely this abomination of a woman. His heart pounded vigorously, perhaps even dangerously in wild manner, but he fled. Where to? There was nowhere to run. He found himself clumsy in fear, his legs giving out as he collapsed, tripping himself in the very moment he truly needed himself. He rolled over to see the shadowed and cloaked figure of the woman standing over him. Despite being much shorter than him, she appeared tall and intimidating as she stood over him. "What's wrong Jokor? Do I frighten you?" She spoke, somehow knowing his name, and her voice was a hiss that drew out the gooseflesh all over his chilled body. Cold as a corpse. The sword extended outward, pinning Jokor to the ground and in pain, he screamed. Jokor fell over as he found himself snorting and panting. He had fallen asleep resting against the wall, somehow. Even through the blurred vision of just woken up and the vicious kink in his neck, along with the gooseflesh accompanied by the nightmare of the hairless girl, he could tell it was nearly morning. The sky was still dark but a hint of orange linger far over the horizon. It would seem that Geneve would not arrive after all. After a moment or two of resting, trying to wake up and convince himself it was all a dream, Jokor would feel that very same chill as he lifted his gaze. He had seen this before, Deja vu. A woman was standing, no, walking towards him in a cloaked and stealthy manner. He knew it was a woman, simply because he just knew it was. It looked identical to that in his dream, and now that he was looking, he even saw the sword at her side, sheathed but pressing against the cloak that covered her. She had shown her face yet, nor attacked Jokor, but he had this strange feeling it was all about to happen soon, as if some god or goddess was warning him in his dream of what was to happen.

[Jokor]

Jokor let out a frightened gasp as his eyes shot back open, his hands instinctively clawing to the spot where he thought the sword had pinned him to the ground, slowly calmed down as his sleep addled mind came to the conclusion that yes he was still alive. Ignoring the kink in his neck as he scrambled to his feet and looked around the gard, the early ray's of syna creeping over the horizon, signifying the beginning of the morning. Before he could curse yehnell and her familyline to the destruction of the world 500 years ago a very familiar cold chill running over his spine as he noticed the same figure stalking towards him. Quickly forcing down the panic that came over him as the almost lifelike scene from his dream quickly flashed through his head he tried to think, he was unarmed while she had a sword and he didn't know at all how good she was with it. Though he wasn't cocky or stupid enough to assume she didn't know how to handle it at all, so maybe he should lure her away from the entrance and then hightail it outa here. Backing away from the woman as fast as he could while still keeping a good eye on her and more importantly that sword of his, ready to cry out for help as soon as she did any threatening moves, there had to be one of those damned knights around right now, they always where there when you didn't need them!

[Leviathan]

As Jokor moved away the woman stopped her advancement. And there it was, the hand moving to her hood to reveal those creepy features that Jokor knew would come. The hairless head, the lack of eyebrows and eyelashes, everything that should be right would be shown to be all wrong. Time itself seemed to slow as the hood fell from her head, revealing... hair. There was no mask, not an eerie lack of hair. It was Yehnell, and the way she was staring at Jokor probably told him how foolish he really looked at that moment. Then again, she hadn't seen what he saw. "What the petch is wrong with you? You look like you just saw your own death. Spineless cunt." Yehnell was in a foul mood, but not a violent one. She walked over to Jokor, and not once did she reach for the blade at her hip. "Breathe please, you're annoying me. Geneve caught onto my trap, I guess she's been watching me just as closely as I've watched her." Yehnell rummaged through her purse, pulling out five gold-rimmed mizas and offered them over the the Sunberth Street Rat in an open palm. "I gotta leave town for a while. I don't think that bitch will take too kindly of my stalking of her, and her father knows important people. Knights even. Here, when I didn't find you in the market bells ago I figured you would still be here. Guess I was correct. Terribly predictable you are." Yehnell handed over the money and sighed, her sour mood shifting more into a hesitant subtle sorrow. She really wanted that amulet it seemed. "Well, I'm off. Not sure where I'll go, but my brother got us a ride on a ship to Zeltiva. Imagine that, the likes of me in a city of education and sailors. I suppose that's all you need eh?" The girl motioned to the coins freshly held in Jokor's hand. She'd be damned if she was going to give him anymore of course, maybe if everything had gone to plan, not that it was Jokor's fault by any means, she'd feel more generous. "Try not to look so frightened and jumpy all the time, it draws attention to you."

[Leviathan]

Thread Award! Jokor   Skills Skill Gain Info. Larceny 1 -- Stealth 1 -- Interrogation 1 -- Negotiation 1 -- Seduction 1 -- Observation 2 -- Investigation 2 -- Running 1 --   Lore Stealth: Art of Blending in with People Kissing 101 Investigation Techniques: Eavesdropping [tabset=200]   Extra Silver and Gold Ring - 35 GM Value +5 GM

Additional CommentsIf you think I missed something, feel free to send me a message. I know you typically like to go for your thiefly skills, but I kinda steered you away from that in this thread, gave you some other stuff though.