Vagabonds

"Name's Rez. No, that's not my real name. You can call the big guy Dangerous. No, not his real name either." ------------------------------------- An Imperial ne'er-do-well and his sworn protector. Rez and Danger Trebax are blood brothers, filthy scoundrels, duplicitous card players, and anything else you might need, provided the price is right.

[bullandbrigand]

thetwinlegends:

 “Oh, are ya alright then?” Signe places a hand over her mouth in concern. “…got to be rough, you got my condolences then. Those good for nothin’ scoundrels don’t know the honesty of hard work. Always takin’ it from others.” She shakes her head.   “Well, hope you can make it back, Falkreath’s got a bit of trouble lately but you have Danger.”

“That I do,” he agreed, casting a quick glance over at the minotaur, who now appeared to be trying to scoop the cat up in his massive arms. Just try not to crush it. Please. “The big guy deflects trouble pretty well. Don’t know if I’d have made it here without him.”

Rez dug his hands into his pockets, leaning back comfortably. “No point dwelling on the bad though, aye? What say I go ahead and get set up in my room while the kitten tamer over there heads to the barn?”

[bullandbrigand]

Lost and Found

[bullandbrigand]

twinkhajiit:

“Keep taking stuff you find around the Cistern and Flagon without asking, I’ll talk to Crow about kicking you and your dog out for good.” Meela snapped, not interested in threats from him. “You steal from up there, not down here.”

“Oh, come off it,” he groaned. If there was one thing Rez Trebax did not appreciate, it was people throwing around their authority. Still, perhaps now was not the best time for him to air out those particular greivances. 

“Look,” he started over, raising a defensive hand. “I didn’t think it belonged to anybody, alright? I wasn’t stealing anything.”

[bullandbrigand]

Lost and Found

[bullandbrigand]

twinkhajiit:

She had her muzzle halfway into a mug of mead (with extra honey) when Rez finally showed. Pushing a bag of coin towards him, Meela licked the alcohol off her lips and shrugged.

“Long enough to know you’re only here on leave. When are you going back to the war?” Her lips lifted in a mimicry of a more human smile, disconcerting with the sharp teeth.

“I think I just did,” he replied dryly, immediately moving to count the profits. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but he caught on quickly enough to where it came from. He might have protested, but considering the goods were lifted off a woman who had just ruined his white shirt, he found his moral compass to be conveniently defunct, for the moment.

Not a bad payout, considering it had been an improvised operation. “This comes back to me at all, I swear I’m replacing Danger with a nice big guard dog. See about introducing you.”

[bullandbrigand]

Lost and Found

[twinkhajiit]

Meela watched, for a little while. It was reassuring that he was trying so hard in an uncomfortable situation to watch her back. He was definitely a good fit for the guild.

But he’d also taken her amulet without permission to give to this woman just so he could stick his dick in someone for an evening. That meant he deserved a little extra trouble for the trouble she had to go through. She’d split the profits of her raid with him, of course, but only after he got back.

Meela slipped off into the shadows and made her way back down to the Flagon, took a seat, and got a drink. It was odd enough that she wasn’t sitting under a table that she received a few glances in her direction, but she ignored them. She was waiting, her usually hidden amulet secure and on display around her neck.

[bullandbrigand]

It was a good half-hour before he finally showed, albeit not nearly as triumphant in his return as Meela seemed to be. It had grown fairly late, and the crowd at the flagon was thinning out. That didn’t stop him from getting more than a few curious glances as he wandered to the table. But then, that was to be expected with red wine dripping from the curls of his hair.

Rez dumped himself unceremoniously across the table from her, looking more defeated than annoyed. At this point, he just wanted a good wash and a decent bed. Still, business was business. 

“So, at what point exactly did you decide to get out of there?”

[bullandbrigand]

Lost and Found

[twinkhajiit]

Meela was snickering over finding his belt in her bedroom when the knocks on the window came. So she was back. She would need another way out. Simple enough.

In fact, if she was able to do this quietly enough, she might even be able to have some fun. With her amulet retrieved she felt much calmer, more focused, and that meant it was time for revenge.

Pockets stuffed with spoils, amulet in hand, Meela slipped out the back door. She didn’t bother trying to lock it behind her; it was a simple burglary. She was far more interested in sneaking back to where Rez was so she could watch him attempt to distract his once-and-done until he figured out he’d been tricked, and she’d already escaped.

[bullandbrigand]

“I don’t understand. I thought you said you were a soldier.”

“I was-- I mean, I am. Which is... what I needed to talk to you about?”

“But you said you were being sent to Whiterun a week ago.”

“Yeah... Yeah I did, didn’t I?”

This was not going well. This was really, really not going well. Dammit, what was taking that so-called thief so long? Hell, at this rate he’d have been in and out of this woman... Tora? Torny? Her bedroom faster than Meela was taking just to grab a stupid amulet. Metaphorically, of course. That had been a glorious few hours.

Lie, Fish Boy, lie. “I just... You know, I got leave to stay behind for a while longer, because I couldn’t uh... bear the thought of never seeing you... again?”

That seemed to do the trick, for a moment, anyway. “Then why did it take you so long to come back?”

“I... it’s complicated?”

[bullandbrigand]

Lost and Found

[twinkhajiit]

Meela huffed in response, using him as a human shield to begin picking at the lock to the backdoor. It was child’s play, and she was inside the house in mere moments.

A simple, humble affair, it was clean and well-organized. A thief’s dream. Too many people had their items strewn about haphazardly. Finding valuable things was almost impossible when having to sort through muck.

And Meela wasn’t just going to grab her amulet from this place. Stressed as she was, she was professional. Only grabbing the amulet would lead them back to Rez, to suspect Rez of the theft. No, she stuffed her pockets as she went, working her way towards the bedroom.

[bullandbrigand]

What in Oblivion was taking her so damn long? Rez had slipped around to the side of the house, waiting in the shadows. How long did it take to grab a blasted amulet? Maybe the woman had sold it in spite, or maybe she was wearing it around now. Not his problem, either way. Let Meela tackle her instead.

Footsteps down the cobblestone. The Imperial ducked his head out just long enough to see the approaching figure. Oh, damn. Damn, damn, damn. Darting back just quickly enough to give the windowpane a few taps, Rez mouthed the word “company” before wheeling back around to the front of the house.

“Marius? What are you doing here?” he tried to keep himself from wincing as she called out to him.

“I... ah... I just had to, ah... see you?”

[thetwinlegends]

  “That’s awfully kind of ya.” She chirped. “I’m pretty good at tossin’ a grown man a few feet but helps always appreciated.”    The small creature’s head was turned upwards to give the beast it’s best begger face. Promising to keep any vermin away from his luxurious ‘private quarters’.    “What brings ya here anyways?”

[bullandbrigand]

Rez didn’t doubt her. The woman did not look to be the sort he’d want to challenge to an arm-wrestling match, at least not if he didn’t want his own snapped in half. Danger, though... now that might’ve been worth putting money on. The big guy didn’t often get angry, but Rez had seen him rip limbs off of men like he was pulling apart a roast chicken.

“Caravan got ambushed,” he lied easily. “Little performing troupe from out of Anvil. We all had to split up when the bandits showed, those of us that made it out anyway. Just trying to get back over the border to Cyrodiil.”

[thetwinlegends]

   The cat was fearless, it immediately wound between the massive stumps of the giant stranger. Apparently anyone with thumbs could have bee a possible means to acquire snacks. 

   “Well, one time one of those mage types just…” She held her hands up in an incredulous display. “…teleported into the barn. Other then that there is just the cat.”

[bullandbrigand]

“You don’t say,” the Imperial offered a chuckle of amusement. “Well, on the off chance you have any more unwanted folks popping in, the big guy’ll be sure to give them a good toss for you. Save you the hassle.”

At the moment however, Dangerous Trebax did not look the type to be tossing anybody anywhere. Instead, he was tiptoeing back and forth on his hooves in confusion, trying very hard not to step on the relatively tiny animal below him.

“Relax, pal, it’s not going to bite you. Probably.”

[bookofalmsivi]

My technique is…thank you for the concern, young man, truly, but it’s quite fine.

[bullandbrigand]

That’s what you think. [He nods over to a nearby guard, making his usual rounds.] See that charming gentleman over there? 

[bullandbrigand]

Lost and Found

[twinkhajiit]

Meela didn’t believe for one moment Rez would actually be so picky. But non-Khajiit were often odd about sex; sex was something that happened, and most of the time meant nothing outside the act itself. In theory, anyway.

Rez’s tone of voice, and arguments against her, would also be something to address later. She couldn’t remind him who was in charge while they were out in the open, and the rat likely knew that. Instead, the Khajiit was forced to follow along in angry silence until they made it to their destination.

[bullandbrigand]

“Alright, this is it,” the Imperial whispered as they came upon the abode. Nothing of particular class or fancy, but it was land and property, the standard for a middling merchant or artisan. Of course, Rez hadn’t really asked her much about her profession. 

“Should be somewhere in the bedroom,” he murmured, eyes already scanning for any signs of trouble. “That’s the last place I saw it, anyway. There’s a window around the back, shouldn’t be too hard to crack. I’ll keep eyes on the door. Let’s try to make this fast, alright?”

[bullandbrigand]

Danger: Anise, Meela, Marina

Danger fold his arms and gives a slow shake of his head. He’s marrying all of them.

[bullandbrigand]

Rez: Meela, Vex, Sapphire

I’m no going to uh… I guess I’ll wed Meela? She’s… Do they use skooma for a Khajiit wedding? That could be fun, right? Again, Sapphire is scary. So, you know. Sorry.

Wouldn’t mind a tumble or two with Vex, actually. 

[bullandbrigand]

For Rez: Marina, Anise, Sapphire

“Well, everyone knows I’m marrying Marina. So that’s that.”

He has to put his brain into action at least a little bit before answering the rest, however. “I’d stay away from Sapphire if at all possible, which I guess in this case means, uh, yeah. And then… bed Anise? I’m sure it’d be… fine.”

[bullandbrigand]

Rez: Danger, Crow, Brynjolf. Danger: Rez, Crow, Brynjolf

“I’m marrying Danger. Can brothers get married? Whatever, marrying the big lug. And I probably shouldn’t kill my boss, so I guess I’ve got to give him the best night of his life. I’d say the upside to offing Bryn is that Marina’s going to need my strong, handsome arms to comfort her, but now I’m married to Danger, so there goes that plan.”

~

The minotaur groans, scribbling down the names on parchment. Letters are harder than diagrams and schematics, but it’s mostly legible. He immediately puts a crossbow bolt in Brynjolf’s name, and then manages to draw a little symbol of Mara next to Rez’s. He leaves Crow’s name to stand for itself, offering a simple shrug.

[whitehallvevo-blog]

let's play bed, wed, behead.

[bookofalmsivi]

I -no, I haven’t and  I’m no one’s Pops, kind sera.

[bullandbrigand]

[He raises an apologetic hand.] Sure, sure, no offense meant. I’m just saying, your technique was all wrong.

[bullandbrigand]

Lost and Found

[twinkhajiit]

“What’s to stop you having another ‘one-night-stand’ and grabbing it back?” Meela muttered, sticking to the shadows out of necessity, and not out of any need to follow his directions. “You would think you would enjoy that.”

[bullandbrigand]

“You do know why it’s called a one-night stand, right?” Rez rolled his eyes as they hit the city streets. “The point is to not see them again, under any circumstances. You’re going in, and I’m keeping watch.”