#sanzo01

[kineticcardtricks-blog]

@quiet-or-die

       Okay, so, sudden strange world or not, when it came down to it, Remy was a thief. Hell, he had been in charge of the world’s thieves guild back home. He had heard of something like that here, but Remy had no interest working with other people as of right now unless he was the boss. So, he was doing the next best thing. Stealing in the market place.

       He had found a cloak tossed to the wind, and while it wasn’t his duster, it worked well enough to hide the obvious... Changes he had, such as scales. Pointed ears. That stuff. Now he couldn’t hide his feet, but that wasn’t much of a bother. No, he was actually having a great time picking things from tables and pockets and no one was any the wiser.

       Hey, he might feel a little bad about it later, but he wasn’t harming anyone. It seemed like everyone in this area was over charging anyway. He was just making a living!

[penancedhonor-blog]

@quiet-or-die

 “Did you...find whoever was making all that noise?” A night of trying to sleep in vain as he holds his head, a head ache blooming from lack of sleep. Was it a racoon in the dumpster or one of the island occupants?

[kabukixqueen-blog]

asking people for favors is difficult because good help is hard to find these days

@quiet-or-die

Shimura Tae is scheming. 

While she’s stuck here, she’ll have to make a living while she figures out how to go back home. She’s applied for a few jobs, but for some reason, the assholes kept rejecting her. Sure, she’d maybe lost her temper a bit and punched one of the clients at the cabaret club, but she had seen him trying to get handsy with one of the hostesses! That’s not something she could just let slide.

He had to be rushed away in an ambulance, but how was she supposed to know he’d have such an eggshell skull?

With Yuko seemingly on board with her plan, though, she can begin to recruit other staff members. She’ll need an adequate receptionist, perhaps a young man with a pretty face to lend style and credibility to her establishment.

Upon spotting a potential target, she dramatically stumbles, coming to a landing at his feet. She sweeps the back of her hand across her forehead. “Oh! I’m so sorry for being so clumsy.” She dusts herself off with a dignity not particularly earned through her display. “My name is Shimura Tae. Please feel free to call me Otae-sama.” 

[hopeswake-blog]

starter call @quiet-or-die

She’s taking time to enjoy the holidays and the atmosphere, if for no other reason than Martel periodically remembers her promise to herself to take nothing for granted. Not this time. So instead of joining the fray today, or worrying about the complexities of wrapping paper or what size sweater Yuan wears in different stores (why the different sizes? why was the sizing system so cruel?), she’s sitting at the outdoor patio of a cafe enjoying a mug of coffee. The cold air doesn’t trouble her; the nip in the weather makes her feel bracingly alive.

As she watches people go by, she notices a pickpocket try to slip his hand into the pocket of a blond man. “Hey!” She stands up, nearly upturning the table, and waves wildly. 

“Sir! That man’s trying to steal from you!”

So much for sitting quietly today.