Did I Do Thaaat?

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Revan Blackhand
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Did I Do Thaaat?


1 Ashan 724
It was early into the night but the Yludih was tired and wanted to explore his mind a little so he had laid down in his bed and put a blanket over himself to give off the appearance of sleeping. He often found that when he laid in his bed it was easier to clear his mind than when he was sitting on the ground. Something about the softness of the surface beneath him. He hadn't gone the extra mile for his furnishings but they were decent enough.

Clearing his mind always felt forced but that was probably a condition of trying to exist as so many different people. More often than not, he only centered himself so that he could create another voice to echo in the world. The Yludih had begun to consider other uses for such mastery over himself. If he ever wanted to stretch the limits of what his biology would allow, he would need a clear head. He didn't have an animal in mind yet but he was beginning to see the advantages of trying. Perhaps a dog? Something that could blend in on the streets. Something people wouldn't look twice at. Humans were easier but... he hadn't become a criminal because he wanted easy.

The Yludih turned onto its back and took a breath. Mastery over itself would have other benefits if it was ever caught. Yet mastery over self was more than just a clear mind. It was-

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The Yludih sat up with a sudden jolt and looked at the mirror across from it. Revan. It was wearing Revan's face. Revan threw his blanket off and rolled out of his bed onto his feet. He picked up his cane with the hidden sword and limped across his bedroom to the doorway leading into his living room.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Eris and Achlys emerged from their room, the small dragonet fluttering quickly around the larger dragonling. Revan shooed them back towards their room and after a few trills of starting at him, they stomped their feet and backed into their rooms. Revan began to move towards the door where the loud knocking was coming from when a wild thought struck him. Could he turn into one of the dragonlings?

"Open up!" Willow's voice shouted from outside the front door. Namira appeared in the small shadow over the top of the door. Her spirit form stretched into letters to spell out what Revan had already deduced; 'Willow Is Here.'

Revan had hardly unlocked the door when Willow forced it open and shoved Revan backwards slightly into his house. He backpedaled as efficiently as he could but stumbled while trying to maintain his fake limp. Eris took to the air and flew between Willow and Revan until the Yludih recovered his footing and Achlys poked his head out from the room it was in. Willow took a step back and held up her hands so they'd know she wasn't there to hurt Revan. Fortunately, she'd been around them enough now that they were comfortable with her. Both beasts returned to their spots once the tension had faded.

"What was that about?" Revan asked Willow as he lowered himself into one of the chair next to his living room table.

"What did you do?" Willow pulled a rolled up piece of paper from her bag and slapped it on the table. She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest. Revan gave her an odd look and them unrolled the piece of paper. It was a poster with a man's face that Revan didn't recognize. Fortunately he didn't have to recognize the man. "That's Tom Barber. Apparently 'he' started a fight act The Stuck Slime the other night."

"Well... damn. I guess that means our plan won't work." Revan said as he looked over the parchment. It read a lot like a wanted poster but it was clear who had put it up. Ozaria must have been pissed. Revan glance up at Willow and saw that she was not as amused as he was. "What? You think I dressed up like Barber and instigated a fight?"

"I think starting fights is easy and we agreed to wait." Ah, Revan expected she would be unhappy about that part. Now he had to choose between pressing a lie or telling the truth. The problem was that Revan's face was never seen in that bar on that night.

Revan sighed, "We did," he agreed, "but I found a friend who-"

"You seem to find a lot of people willing to do our dirty work." Willow wasn't having it. Oh... he really pissed her off this time. "Why is it we haven't all sat down together yet?"

"I'm compartmentalizing the operation."

"You don't know what that means!" Willow didn't.

"Look, I'm sorry! Okay? I got excited- but it worked, didn't it? If people are saying Barber did it, he must have been nearby when the fight started." An apology was the best he thought he could do. His apology lingered in the air for a few trills while Willow stared through him with piercing eyes. Eyes as sharp as any blade. They softened slowly and she took a breath.

"So... what did you do?" She asked again calmly.

"Nicked an annoying drunks coin purse and put it in a fighters pocket." Revan said with a somewhat self-satisfied grin. "Cleared out before the brawl began."

"Smart... smart." Willow seemed conflicted but only because she was amused by someone she was still a little mad at. "What's the next move?"

"Ah, the next move... well, I think Ozaria's given us the opening we need to cause a little more havoc. "



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        It seemed the rumors about Ozaria's rage were well founded. After a short thirty bits in the bar together, Revan and Willow had seen at least two individual approach Ozaria about supposed sightings of 'Tom Barber.' When neither of them managed to give her any concrete information, she raged against them and kicked them out. Her anger seemed to have consumed her and that meant her focus was skewed.

        "Ready?" Revan asked Willow who nodded. They had to decide who would distract Ozaria and who would try to sneak into the hidden back room. The two of them beat their hands in the air three times and said, "Boulder, parchment, dagger-"

        Revan's fist loomed over Willow's fingers and she cursed under her breath. Boulder shattered dagger. She should have chosen parchment. "Dumb girl gambit?" Willow asked Revan who's eyes shifted over to Ozaria behind the bar for a moment. Willow was good at playing dumb long enough to buy him time to sneak around but he knew she didn't like it.

        "What about... bounty hunter?" He whispered, trying to give her a better cover. Willow shook her head.

        "Hard sell." Willow said.

        "Chatty drunk?" Revan offered.

        "Better than dumb blonde... alright. Chatty drunk. I'll buy you... five bits." Willow took a long drink from her tankard and allowed a little bit of the stale booze to spill over herself. The smell would help lend credibility to her lie. Revan stood up first and crossed from the table they were at to the corner of the bar. It would be easier to slip behind the bar from the corner. Revan ordered another drink, making sure to get anything but Troll's Sweat. It was a vile beverage and he regretted that he had decided Lyonel would enjoy it. He kept his cane hidden beneath his enchanted cloak, along with a few other trinkets he brought to get himself through any locks in his path.

        Willow waited a few bits after Revan relocated before approaching the tavern's owner and singular worker. She and the Yludih locked eyes for a moment to warn each other that the game was afoot but they gave no other outward indication of coordination.

        Revan had heard about a secret basement somewhere in the tavern and he was hoping the entrance was in the storage room. He had a plan but it was risky and it was dangerous. People could get hurt but that hadn't stopped him from instigating a brawl. People got hurt every trial. Some even chose to make sport out of hurting each other. What was one more little accident?

        Still... what he planned was harder to control and more likely to get out of hand.

        Revan could hear Willow across the bar but only because he was familiar with the sound of his voice. Like many other nights before, The Stuck Slime was bordering on crowded. While that gave Revan more cover for whatever he wanted to do, it also meant there would be more wandering eyes. He'd considered crafting a poor imitation of Tom Barber's face, but with Willow looming he never had the chance to attempt it. That meant, unfortunately the risks he took now, he had to take wearing a face he'd have preferred to keep hidden.

        He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head but disguised the action by taking such a deep drink of his tankard that the hood caught on the top of his head as he threw it back and came up with the Yludih's noggin. From there he simply adjusted it to cover a little more of his face. Given the hour and general rowdiness across the tavern, nobody seemed to notice or care that Revan had put his hood. Ozaria didn't notice because she had just begun to launch into a tirade about Tom Barber. It seemed Willow had her attention and in turn Ozaria had Willow's.

        "Off we go, Namira." Revan spoke the words beneath his breath to the diri of shadows hiding in the darkness cast by his cup. His eyes shifted down the bar and then around the tavern. It was hard to tell if anyone was looking or not but Ozaria wasn't. Revan and Willow made eye contact again for a moment and Willow seemed to realize the problem. There were too many people looking in too many directions.

        Namira realized it too. Ever the helper and somewhat mischievous diri, Namira used a shadowy hand to a tray full of tankards off a table in the corner. They hit the ground with such a loud thud and clattering commotion that almost all of the bar, including Willow and Ozaria turned to see what had happened. Ozaria's already short fuse seemed to burn out completely and she began shouting at the nearest patrons. Clearly it had to have been them right? They began to defend themselves but The Stuck Slime's owner was having none of it. Willow shifted towards the door out of the tavern and looked around for Revan.

        He was gone. A few nels sat beside his empty tankard.

        In the commotion that Namira had created, Revan swooped behind the bar and through the doorway into the back. He knew it wasn't locked because he'd watched Ozaria going in and out of the room earlier in the night. He had used the small window of time as expertly as he could. Most wouldn't have even heard the door shutting behind him before the sound of falling cups and trays ended.

        The back room was nothing special at first glance and Revan didn't waste time trying to take in the sights. He was looking for any proof that there was a 'secret basement' beneath the bar. As he crept through the storage room, his eyes scanned the walls and floors for any hatches or doorways. From the outside of the tavern, when he and Willow had been scouting it, they couldn't see any hidden entrances. Inside the dark storage room it wasn't much more clear.

        While checking the shelves for hidden mechanisms, Revan found a bottle of an alcohol called 'Dragon's Breath.' He wasn't sure he'd ever tried it before but that wasn't what drew his intrigue. It was the name.

        "You must be flammable right?" Revan mumbled as he shifted the bottle of Dragon's Breath into his off hand and hid it under his cloak. He'd have to test that theory in action because he didn't want to stall any longer than he needed to. Once he was in the lonely storage room, Revan stopped pretending to limp. It was the fluidity of movement which caused his foot to catch on a thick metal object.

        He set the bottle of Dragon's Breath down and pulled out a small metal marble from the interior pocket of his cloak. His hand rummaged around on the dark floor for a moment until he found the dark lock. If it wasn't so large, he might not have noticed it. The metal morph marble in his hand began to shift and reform itself into a respectable pick with Revan quickly used to pluck open the lock. It was a little more difficult to pick a lock you couldn't see clearly but Revan had enough experience now that he could manage with the feeling alone.

        Click!

        Revan pulled the lock free and felt around for the edges of the hatch leading down into Ozaria's secret basement. Once he found the handle, he pulled it open.
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        Revan, when he descends to the basement, finds an array of laboratory equipment. In the center of it all, is a large glass containment, with a huge amber slime in it, being pumped for its juices apparently. Without science or brewing skill, he's not able to determine the purpose of much of this equipment. Just that Ozaria is holding a slime captive, and possibly harvesting its juices for some purpose.
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              Upon discovering the contents of the basement, Revan was forced to make a quick decision he wasn't sure Willow would agree with. He put the bottle he'd stolen back and locked up the hidden door so that there would be no sign that he'd tampered with it. Namira provided a little bit of cover again and Revan slipped out from the back room without drawing attention. He gave Willow the signal and they both split from The Stuck Slime.

              Oh, immortals how ironic that name seemed now.

              They took separate routes back to Revan's house. The idea behind going different directions was that it would create confusion for anyone following them. They'd shuffle through the usual alleyways to try and spot a tail if they had one. One reason Revan enjoyed the fake limp was that it made him walk slower. It was easier to find out if someone was following you if you were the slowest moving thing on the street. After he was confident he was alone, Revan unlocked the door to his house and went inside to wait for Willow.

              They needed to take a moment to regroup. Nobody expected a slime.
              Some Time Later
              "You're kidding?"

              "No, no I am not." Revan assured his partner in crime.

              "And it was just in a big glass... box?" Willow was having a hard time believing the story she'd been told. It was bad enough that Revan hadn't started the fire like they had planned, now they had an entirely new objective.

              "It's hard to explain but I know what I saw." Revan claimed.

              "It doesn't seem like you do." Willow insisted.

              "Well I don't know why she had it. I don't know anything about all the bits and do-dads." He was no scientist and he had little interest in brewing. All he knew was that it looked like the big orange slime was being juiced for something.

              "Do-dads?"

              "Willow, stop." He was growing frustrated that she didn't believe him but she raised her hands in surrender.

              "So what do you want to do?" She asked. Revan took a deep breath to give off the appearance of hard thought. He already had three options in mind but wasn't sure which one would benefit them the most. The first was simple because it was the original plan. They could set the fire in the basement and let the building burn regardless of the strange creature within. It was destructive but it was what they had planned and it might have been good enough to draw Barber out. Then again it showed a lack of imagination given what they knew now.

              The second option was to shatter the glass and set the creature free. Surely something down there would be heavy enough to break through. The problem with that was arguably the same as the problem with the first idea. Destructive and lacking in imagination. They wanted to show Tom that they were as clever as they were useful.

              The third idea was the most complicated given the skillset they had at hand. They could spread a rumor all around town that Ozaria was serving people portions of slime in all of their drinks. They could tell people that she was keeping the slime in the basement. People would be angry or curious or turn against her for the same reason they were turning against Tom Barber. Ozaria was smart. Surely she'd try to move the slime before anyone could reach it. That was when they could swoop in and take it from her.

              "For now, nothing. Keep to the plan. We'll cause small disturbances. If we intend to take it from her we are going to need to be a little more prepared."

              "You plan to steal it?"

              "Right now, I just plan to piss Ozaria off until Tom Barber shows himself. If stealing her precious slime does that, win-win."


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                      Notes/Warnings: Revan being sneaky around The Stuck Slime. Discovers a dirty little secret about the owner. Plots to use his new discovery to cause chaos for the owner.


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                                Deception: Knowing when to drop a lie
                                Larceny: Picking a lock in the dark
                                Leadership: Knowing when to step back and regroup
                                Meditation: Comfort helps clear your mind
                                Socialization: Sometimes you just need to apologize
                                Stealth: Separate after crimes to avoid drawing attention

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                                Comments: Revan’s and Willow’s interaction is always entertaining to read. I love the scene where they played “boulder, parchment, dagger”, for example.

                                Willow pretending to be a chatty drunk in order to give Revan time to sneak around was a good idea.

                                I’m impressed by how well you write a criminal character!

                                I know that the tavern is called “The Stuck Slime”, but I didn’t expect there to actually be a slime stuck in the basement.

                                I agree with Revan. That name is very ironic!

                                I was surprised that he didn’t take anything, but then again, that’s probably the safer option for now.

                                I wonder if he’ll eventually end up stealing the slime …

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