No Honor In Thievery

Thief, spy, occasional assassin, all-around dork and goof. Vvery good at the sneaky. (Dishonored OC)

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

amyxearhart:

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“Aren’t you a little too on the edge?” She melted into the shadows almost completely thanks to the bone charms - she could have just stay like that and sneak past the man, but he was already loading the bolt. If she didn’t reveal herself, she was risking being shot at the slightest noise she makes.

“I mean, seriously. Do you load your crossbow for rats, too?” She was more visible as she stepped closer, out of the shadows, and she hoped the man wouldn’t question just where she came from. She hoped the other wouldn’t attack, but she had her eyes on the ledge above him, ready to blink away if needed.

At first glance, she only looked like a kid with a covered hand. Not too threatening.

Maybe it was a trick of his tired eyes not focusing right, but he swore she melted out of the shadows like she’d been a part of them, and no, not in the sense that she was good at hiding in them, in the sense that she was literally part of the shadows. His nerves were teetering on a knife edge, and he kept his crossbow leveled at her. He’d seen gang members younger than her. Choff, he’d nearly been one. 

“Yes. Explosive bolts. An’ then run th’ choff away.”

He glared at her a moment, his normally very easygoing temper made irritable by lack of sleep, fright, and distrust. His speech was the cant of the slums, not entirely by conscious choice. 

“I think I’m in th’ right, here. Y’know this ain’t lawful ground. Anybody could get killed, even without th’ damn rats.”

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

amyxearhart

His footsteps were heavier than his typical lightfooted sneak. He pressed a hand to one eye, rubbing away the goo of exhaustion telling his body he needed to sleep. Fuck, no, he couldn’t sleep. Not yet. He had a ways to go to safety. His defenses were down. He knew it. He kept a hand on his crossbow. 

There was a noise that wasn’t him somewhere. A skittering. He spun, adrenaline pumping through his veins and forcing him awake, eyes wide as he sought the source, retreating in search of shadow to hide in at the same time. Instinct. He hunched down, loading a bolt into the crossbow.

Please don’t let it be hostile.

[badger-actual]

He that fights and runs away, May turn and fight another day; But he that is in battle slain, Will never rise to fight again.“

Tacitus (via offense-is-the-best-defence)

[neath-a-bower-of-lilacs]

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

Character aesthetics → Vi (goodatthesneaky)

The Thief — His smile could met the coldest of hearts, his behavior all kindness and compassion, but he bears no regret at all for the atrocities he has and will commit.

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

ratofdunwall (x)

“So what else can you do? Anything else besides turn into a rat?”

He picks idly at the dirt that’s gathered underneath his fingernails. It’s a ruse, an act of nonchalance against his underlying tension, like he expects something to attack them at any moment. It’s not safe here. Weepers, maybe, or something worse.

“Granted, being a rat must be useful.”

Honestly he's just not comfortable in sewers. They feel like they're trapping him, leaving him with no easy escape. The scent's not that bad, but it doesn't help. He presses a hand to his jacket, checking to make sure the lightweight package hidden there is safe.

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

lurkingwhaler

“Careful. Watch like that spot.”

He squints at her, frowning. He’s not often up on this area of town. It’s further from where his Ma lives, and the Watch likes it a choff of a lot more than the dirty grimy slums. Better pickings, though, and they’ve been running low.

He’s not sure if he remembers her. 

“Who’re you?”

Suspicion can be excused. It’s only natural, harsh life like this.

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

So after I get blood tests done I will hop on here, fix the info pages, and knock this thing around a bit. Like this post if you want a thread or have one ongoing because I need the reminder. Yes even if you're a sideblog. I know y'all.

[remandoenunmardedulcedeleche-de]

Vueltas - Pablo Martínez (Video Oficial) 2015

[twxstedfae]

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This man was strange, but he seemed kind. The fey sensed no ill-will or malice exuding from the giant figure. His hazel irises flickered over his Saviour as his arms wrapped around his own slight frame. It was so very cold out without his jacket… The boy’s gaze fell to the male’s hand in curiosity for a moment before he glanced back up to meet Vi’s gaze.  "I’m okay. Thank you." He dipped down in a polite bow as was his custom, "Where are we, can you tell me?"

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

The bow was a little weird, and Vi’s smile wavered in confusion before he remembered. Conclusion, Pandyssian. They had weird customs over on the continent, right? Bowing instead of shaking hands was probably one of them. (The idea of respect simply did not occur to him. He was a street rat, a spy, a thief, a common criminal. People didn’t bow to him.)

“Good.” His smile flickered back, reassured of the stranger’s safety. “We’re in Dunwall, capital city of the Empire of the Isles. It’s across the world from Pandyssia.” Beat. “You’re from the continent, right? Did you run away from a slave ship or the mines?” He tilted his head, looking for scars or chaffing from the heavy slave collars the poor folks on the ships wore. 

“Not that I’d turn you in for it,” he added hastily, realizing mention of the fact might scare off the poor foreigner. “It’s bloody wrong, the way they treat those poor folk.”

[one-eye-and-sharp-teeth]

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“Really? The cafe is crowded and this was the last seat open, I didn’t mean to ruin your day.” he said cleaning the last stain, “And the friend thing was a saying,don’t— don’t take it to serious,sorry.”

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

Vi snorted, sitting down at his table again and setting the fresh folded napkin under his glass of ice water. “Yeah, you know nothing about Dunwall. Here’s an etiquette tip. Don’t try to make ‘friendly’ conversation with people who are busy.”

He picked up his headphones from the spot on the keypad where he left them and settled them over his ears again, turning his music back on. Readjusting his screen for angle, he set his fingers back down on the keys as funk poured through his ears and his lips shaped bah bah ba-bah bow ba-ba-bah to the beat of the music. Right, where’d he leave off? He frowned in concentration, reading over the last lines of code written in green across his black screen.

[one-eye-and-sharp-teeth]

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“Hm?” he realized the mess he was making and then got a paper towel and started wiping the table, he swallowed the food in his mouth, “Sorry about that,friend.” with just three bites he already finished the food.

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

Vi tilted the screen of his computer down, inspecting the back of it carefully before picking up the napkin under his drink and carefully wiping a spot of food off of the casing. Disgusting. His mouth twitched and he got up, gaze turning to the weird guy. He had a fucking eyepatch, shaped like a heart? What kind of idiot wore something like that?

“I’m not your friend.” His voice was harsh with annoyance. “If you’re here for business you should have told me earlier. I don’t have any meetings tonight and I don’t accept spontaneous meetings. You touch my computer, you will regret it.”

He backed away, not taking his eyes off of the stranger as he tossed the napkin into the trash can and fetched a new one.

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

one-eye-and-sharp-teeth

Across from him sat a young man, eating a messy cheeseburger, "Hello!" he said enthusiastically wiping some sauce on his sleeve. The young man had a heart shaped eye patch and thick fangs, "This city is very depressing." he said with a mouthful of the food in his mouth.

It was a little unusual to see a combination like this. A young man in loose, cheap t-shirt, sweatpants and running sneakers, with a sleek, lightweight, expensive black laptop on the table in front of him, and headphones set over his ears. He had a scruffy beard, lithe build, like a runner, and dressed poorly, casually. A black jacket threaded with neon lay draped over the back of his chair, a blue backpack sat on the chair next to him.

Regulars here knew better than to mess with the young man, so he knew immediately as the unfamiliar kid sat down across from him, he wasn’t regular. (He was also eating a cheeseburger, one of the messy choffs too.) He opened his mouth and said something, and Vi grimaced slightly at the half-chewed food displayed in his mouth and sent flying with each word.

He clearly wasn’t going to leave, so Vi sighed and reluctantly lifted his headphones off from his ears, setting them down around his neck. “If you’re going to eat, take it somewhere else. People here know better.” There was a bit of tenseness in his voice, a vague growl of displeasure. “And say that again, without spitting food all over my computer.”

[imdrunkandoffended]

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Spiral was enjoying his discomfort, he struggled so hard to keep it all under control, it made her want to laugh. And she finally did when she heard him spewing out nonsense like she didn’t understand pain or loss. 

If it was her way, if the past was different she might have been out here on the streets with a fool like him, cursing those who might have a form of family. But instead she chose to avenge rather than run and forget, to be something more than a coward. The Eels happen to be what she was offered, so she took control of her fate, snatching the ropes from the docks and sailing her own ship of destiny .  

"Oh, boo-hoo." she finally said, controlling her harsh laughter, "it must be so hard. I must have no idea what its like to be a human and hav hardships like you have."

She hid her pain by mocking his, speaking to him in a condescending manner “And you are absolutely right. I’ve got no idea what ya life was like. I never had the hardship of not having loss of a family member. Of course in your case it must be more than one to have you be such a whinny baby. I mean, even if ya had a choice, you’d probably want to stay in the dirt just so you could cry about how you are so oppressed. Now looking at you, you are pathetic. So wrapped up with your poor orphan complex, your ridiculous behavior would make any pirate crew want to throw you overboard no matta how skilled ya are.”

She gave him a hard shove knocking him down on his rear into a shallow puddle behind him, “Now ya pathetic little mouse, you have something to look up to, a choice. Oh wait, no, I got that wrong. Now the world gets a betta look at ya in the mud and watch as you scamper away, too scared to do nothin. Go wail about your hardships for all I care, life gave you an opportunity and ya done gave it up.”

She wanted to push him, press all his buttons, see just how long it would take just to get him to snap. She was so close too, the little mouse is just so full of angst he can’t see straight. Spiral craved for him to fight her, him to give her more of a response than whining. Whining was useless to her, but actions weren’t. She wanted him to stand up and have him start yelling at her, to tell her she was wrong, but a portion of her knew all he was going to do was scamper back into the shadows.

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

The thing about running the rooftops is that you got a good sense of balance. He forgot her words the moment her hands collided with his skin, reacting fast. To say that he enjoyed fistfighting (or was even very good at it) would be wrong, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have fast reflexes. You needed those to survive.

He lashed out, grabbing hold of her wrists and twisting as hard as he could, shoving her to the side and jumping back. Right. No, keep fucking calm, you idiot. Turn, present your shoulder for a smaller, more durable target, hunch the head down a bit, move back, move back, get away from her. Out of range of easy injury.

It was around that point that he realized what stupid things he’d said. He’d said too much. She seemed smart enough to take advantage of the things he’d said. And she was getting physically aggressive. 

If there was anything he knew about gang members, it was that shoves descended quickly into fistfights and stabbings. And she had attacked him, unprovoked, before. Gone straight to slashing open his shirt from casual joking around.

If there was anything he knew about survival, it was that you had to be the first to act. The first to draw, the first to run. He drew.

Pulling his crossbow from its holster on his hip, he clicked a sleep dart (his hand went to the pouch automatically, even though he’d rather not waste good chemicals on her) into the slot and raised it, aiming straight for her torso. It wouldn’t pierce too deep, just enough to deliver the sleep toxin.

He stood just maybe twelve feet from her. At this range, if he pulled the trigger, he wouldn’t miss. And he only needed one hit with the sleep toxin, and she’d be out like a light.

“Don’t come closer.”

He was done with words.

[flowersandtragedy-archived]

3 - (goodatthesneaky)

“Really? You mean it?” Fingers intertwining just under her chin, Arabella bit her lip, looking at him in expectation. 

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

Vi flushed bright red, lifting a hand to rub at a sudden itch on the side of his neck. “I...” Beat. Stop looking at me like that.

He clears his throat, dropping the hand from his neck and taking a breath. “Of course I mean it.” He reached for her hands, taking them gently, rubbing his thumb over the back of one of her hands. “Will you? Go with me, I mean. I uh... sorry if it’s a bit sudden. But... uhm. Yeah.” He looked down, face still pink, biting at his lower lip.

To say that he was a at a total loss for words would be just about accurate, so he just tried looking at her, the question in his eyes.

[daggersandbonecharms]

"Should have thought of that before you made a pact with Satan and decided to steal my cake!" - (goodatthesneaky)

"I stile this fair and square, mate. Don’t come any closer!"

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

Vi propped his fists on his hips and glared across the table at Heinrich and the plate of chocolate cake.

“I stole it first! It’s my cake, asshole!”

[daggersandbonecharms]

"Then I stole it better!" He shouted before plopping a large portion into his mouth.

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

A look of annoyance crossed Vi’s face. He looked down and reached for the closest object he could find. A spoon. He threw it at Heinrich, spinning it like you’d throw a knife. He wasn’t so good at throwing knives as he was at firing a crossbow, but so long as the spoon hit its target (Heinrich’s head), it didn’t matter with side hit him.

“You ain’t keeping it!”

[daggersandbonecharms]

"Should have thought of that before you made a pact with Satan and decided to steal my cake!" - (goodatthesneaky)

"I stile this fair and square, mate. Don’t come any closer!"

[goodatthesneaky-blog]

Vi propped his fists on his hips and glared across the table at Heinrich and the plate of chocolate cake.

“I stole it first! It’s my cake, asshole!”

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