Solo The Box

[Marxander]

Following the instructions of the letter, and her barely able to read skills, she was able to somehow make her way through the city to where the package was set out. Mostly, she did some matching up of the scrawlings on the paper with other signs and such. She found herself in the Nobel District, a place she had just came from with Tallis, her bondmate after meeting part of his family. She wondered what sort of job would be here.

True, it was more on the outskirts of the district, but still. She had paid 3 coins just to get there and had also spared 5 more on some delicious, salted meat she had found with her nose. She had gotten the paper a bit dirty from her sauce stained fingers, but she didn't mind. There was big lettering at the bottom that she couldn't really understand, but it seemed important. As she walked the rest of the way to where the box was supposedly located, she tried to read it. She bit her lips, trying to wrap the words around her mouth. She didn't get the first word at all because it even had some sort of odd symbol in it! But she did figure out that the next word was 'Open'. She shrugged it off. The guy, Bohir, had said that they wanted to be discreet, so a logical assumption would be that she wasn't suppose to open the box.

With a few more turns and a going through a back way of a building, that she had matched up with the paper that said 'The Pit', she entered. She couldn't read the words, but it had matched the paper words, so she thought that it must be here. Marx went down a long hallway, finding it absolutely freezing in there. Yet, she continued until she could see a rather large package by a door. She whistled and it echoed through the hall "Wow! I was not expecting for it to be that big."

The box was huge, bigger and taller than her. Man, she thought this job was going to be easy. How the hell was she going to get this puppy out of here unnoticed and practically out of the city, if she matched everything up correctly, that is.

She groaned. She could tie it up somehow and slide it around behind her in her Dhole form, but that might make people's heads turn. The way she saw it, she really didn't have a choice. She stripped off her clothes and tied it around the box after putting it on it's side. She morphed, teeth now grabbing the reins and she pulled. Thankfully, it wasn't too heavy in her animal skin. She peaked out the door, looking around for anyone, but it seemed that everyone was starting to pile into the main part of the building for some sort of event in this 'The Pit' place.

She went down a back alley and paused. She couldn't navigate her way through the city like Tallis could. She only knew her way back from detailly remembering her way from the paper. She was going to have to get creative. She stopped pulling the box, leaving it there to scout ahead. The alleyway was cut off into a strait drop into a canal, three or so feet below. Across the way she saw two men having a good laugh and stepping off the boat, tying it down. They patted each other's backs and headed down a way, looking to have their pockets filled with money and going into a bar. She smiled brightly, well, as brightly as a Dhole could. She doubled back and pulled the box to the edge of the canal.

She didn't know what it was about Ravok and wanting to get her wet all the time, but it so often did. She jumped in, hardly making a splash or a sound. She paddled over to the boat and bit off the ropes, having to time to undo them. She dragged it back and climbed up, holding the rope between her teeth. She tied the rope to the box and took her clothing back, again changing forms. They were a little looser then before, but still fit. She guided the boat right against the wall, going to stand on it. She held to the box and with all of her might, pulled it onto the boat.

The wind was completely knocked out of her as the cold box fell on top of her. It also caused the boat to take in some water as well from the sudden weight added to it. She wiggled out from underneath it and groaned. A bit of blood had come from her brow, where the box slammed her head into the wood edge. She got some water and cleaned it out, hissing a bit.

The boat had drifted out from the alleyway, making itself useful and going down the canal for her. She fixed the box's position before she grabbed the paddles and began rowing. Some people saw her, but down in the canal, with hardly any other boats, people didn't give too much of a glance. It was quite a while before she found herself nearly outside of Ravok. She pulled out the instructions, which were more than half wet. The markings ran but she was still able to make out the last leg of her trip.

She pulled into a small, old, seemingly used harbor. She tied up the boat, after untying the box. The house where she was to deliver it looked very humble, sparsly painted, and quite islolated. Not wanting to give herself away as a Kelvic, if she didn't have to, she elected to drag the box up the way to the house's back door. She paused a moment, unsure what to do, then she knocked. There was a long moment of silent. Maybe she needed to use the front door?

Just then, an opening at eye level slid open. A low voice whispered "Yes?"

Caught by surprise, her eyes widened a little "I'm here to deliver your package."

The dark eyes at the door looked down to the box "Was it at all damaged in the transport?"

She shook her head "No, not at all. Though, it's cold on the inside. Is that okay?"

He seemed to nod, closing the opening "Yes, yes, here. Come inside with it." The man opened the door for her. The house was barely lit, only with candles for light. She picked up one end of the box and dragged it inside. Once the box was completely in, he closed the door and grabbed the other end of the box, helping her lift it "Come, this way." He lead her to a large, old wooden table. He was odd, she noticed right off the bat. Her breathing was the only sound in the room, while, it seemed, he didn't breath at all. He nodded to her politely "Thank you for your services. I hope that you were as discreet as I mentioned?"

Marx nodded, noting his black tongue. Oh, he must be a Nuit "Yes sir. No one will know." She looked to the box know, figuring what it might be now. She held her hand out to him "I hope you have a good day sir, and a hopefully, easy time with your package."

He seemed shocked by the proffered hand, but took it, kissing her knuckles gently with cold lips. He patted her hand before letting it go, as if to relish the contact "You as well, young, kind one."

She smiled, thinking that he had most likely knew of her Kelvic nature. With a wave, she left, going back out to the boat. Surprisingly, she didn't feel so tired, as much as she felt hungry. Figuring that she would be banking some nice coins, she would find a place for herself to eat after she collected her money.

Upon returning, she noticed that the men she had stolen the boat from were talking to what looked like police. Thinking quickly, she took part of the rope and made it catch onto a jutting out piece of old wood, so it appeared as if the old rope had snapped, but lucky was caught before the current could take it any further. She dived into the water, out of sight and didn't come back up until she was clearly far, far away from it. She wasn't an good as swimming as she was in her Dhole form, but she still had clothes on, so she'd rather not ruin them.

Finding a different part of the canal, she jumped up and threw herself into another alleyway. She'd have to rinse herself off now before she could eat. Blah. She made a face. Oh well.