Game RP The Fallen's Roses (RedCoat)

[Knight_of_None]

In the most decrepit guts of Dunwall, the grip of destruction and poisonous decadence thrashed against the hands of change. The Empress had died, Corvo dragged by the overseers authorities, branded...and yet Her betrayers were exposed. The overseers and nobles had fallen away one by one, embarrassed or arrested. Her Daughter returned to the thrinr....the plague had been stalled and beat back. But not all had been cleaned in the world. Some wrongs were too old, and too deep to be the fault of a handful of corrupt vermin. A pretty young woman walked from a bar with an older man, laughing with him, wine sweetening her tongue, warming her blood. His hands held her close, his heart drummed with desire. His eyes on her low cut bodice, and her soft skin, the tattoo on her shoulder of a coiling sea serpent as she stepped uo and led him into a alley with a wink and a giggle.

 

[RedCoat]

In the shadows of the alleyway, another figure watched the pair, a matching serpent tattoo curling across their own shoulder, the clothes they wore little more than rags with the traces of previous finery, a far cry from her elder sisters attire. But that was normal to the pair, the sisters often switching outfits along with whose turn it was to lure the mark. And when the drunken man had walked far enough forwards, she stepped out behind him, the long knife in her hand pressing hard into his neck as she hissed the famous words of highwaymen worldwide "Your money or your life!" into his ear, hoping his fear would stop him noting that she was on her tiptoes to reach her target.

 

[Knight_of_None]

The man froze up as the steel threatened him, his hands going smack enough for the other woman to keep walking. She put her foot on a empty oil crate, drawing a small pistol, simply build, a Derringer. Two barrels,
, small, but close range enough to solve threats. He's heart only sank as she aimed at him, a d his hand fumbles, drawing out a coin purse and holding it up.

 

[RedCoat]

The one behind him reached around his body, snatching the purse from him then tossing it across to her sister "How much?" She asked, her knife still against his throat before he got any smart ideas "Is it enough for today?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

Her Sister grabbed the purse from the dingy stonework alleyway, opening up the purse with her thumb and rifling through. The man was trembling, weighing his next move as the gun weirder thief was distracted. "Hmph. 60 peices." She said as sge snapped it shut.

 

[RedCoat]

"Only?" The knife wielder hissed angrily, before pressing the knife in a little deeper "Anything else on you, or do I need to search your corpse?" She growled into the mans ear, as a little trickle of blood ran over the knife "I'll fucking do it if you mess us around!"

 

[Knight_of_None]

The man gasped as the knife pressed inti his skin, his eyes flicking over his hands and starting to pull off his rings and then dropping them on the ground. "You'll suffer for this-" he started to threaten . Her sister reached out and pushed his overcoat open, ripping a small silver watch from it inner pocket. "That's all." She said as she looked at her sister.

 

[RedCoat]

"Shut it!" She hissed as he tried to threaten her, glancing down at the rings before back up to her sister "Okay... Listen to me carefully. I'm going to take the knife away. You are going to turn around and leave the alley. If you try to hurt me, she will shoot you. If you try to hurt her, I will cut you. If you leave now, then you'll live. Do you understand?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

The man grinded his teeth, his hands still up, giving a beat. As the blade comes away, he eyed the gun touting woman. She didn't look away thus time, her hand stable on the trigger. He broke away, cutting out if the alley. Her sister dropped low, sqauting to grab the rings up quickly.

 

[RedCoat]

The younger sister grinned behind the mask of rags she wore, watching him run before turning to her sister again as she swept up the rings "Does that make enough for today or do we need another mark?" She asked, sliding the knife into its leather sheathe and squatting down next to her "I know its my turn next..."

 

[Knight_of_None]

Marron holstered her pistol, the pocket pistol vanishing into the thigh high leathered pouch. She examined the rings, already calculating their value. "We have more from the rings, the watch....makes it make over 200 gold if we get it to the right pawners. " She said standing up. Marron eyed her sister. "We need more" she said. Marron always decided on More, even when she set a goal of a few scores a night, she pressed for extras, all for a few more scraps.

 

[RedCoat]

"200 coin? Tha... Oh." Lazuli's hopeful tone was cut off as her sister spoke of needing more for the night, even as she looked back towards the bar "Well, we shouldn't stay here... he'll be fetching friends to come after us." She looked up at the wall to the alley, already working out where the best handholds were before she started to climb, fingers digging into the decrepit bricks to hoist herself up "We can try the Whalers Ruin next? It's down by the docks, and there's a few pawn shops down that way."

 

[Knight_of_None]

Marron gave a nod as sge pulled off her heels, tucking them inti the bag Lazuli kept for their goods and tools. She started to climb after her, picking through the bricks and holds. "Ships might have come back....they'll also have something worth taking "

 

[RedCoat]

When Lazuli reached the top, she turned and offered her hand down to her sister, helping her up before looking across the city rooftops, toward the rich quarter, where lights glowed near non-stop "And if they've just come off a ship, they'll be more interested in what we're offering... Shall we change now, or when we get closer?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"As long as you don't make a mess of yourself." Marron said as she stopped on the rooftop, the cool wind blowing, but Marron started changing out of her dress anyway. Her skin pebbled under the chill, her hair whipping gently as she undid the ties. Her hair billowing in the wind in ginger waves. She stepped under the shadows of a water tower.

 

[RedCoat]

Lazuli nodded as she spoke, moving into the shadows alongside her sister, removing the shadowy leather they'd looted from the aftermath of a fight, even as her short strawberry blonde hair tousled gently in the same wind that blew Marrons so beautifully. It was part of the twins methods, to be so distinct, so the odds of being recognised for the other went down. The only similarities were their faces, and the serpent Tattoos across their shoulders "I'm not the one who nearly fell off a building yesterday, Marr." She teased in response to Marrons words, offering the leather even as she shivered softly in the wind "Now hurry up, it's freezing!"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"I'm not the one who was hiding in a dumpster from a stray dog." Marron said scoffing as she pulled the leathers on, tightening it up with the small hooks and straps. "Don't throw stones in glass houses." She said as she held out the dress.

 

[RedCoat]

"Well maybe if you trusted me with the pistol I could've done something about it!" Lazuli retorted, taking the dress and sliding it gracefully over her head, finding the lace binding and tightening it before looking up at the early evening moon "What time is it, do you think? 7-8ish, right?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

She opened the pocket watch, the elegant tine peice ticking faintly. "Half passed 7." She said as she used her thumb to touch a small engraving on the inner wall of the watches case. A family engraving of names and initials. Her eyes narrowed at it cooly, flipping it shut.

 

[RedCoat]

"So the night is still young..." Lazuli laughed, spinning around in the moonlight, missing her sisters narrowing eyes at the engraving, even as she turned back towards the docks, moving to the edge of the roof and checking the gap, readying herself to jump over "You know the alleyway, right? The one a minutes walk from the Whalers Ruin, up towards the rich quarter. I'll meet you there." She gave Marron a wave, before pausing, taking the heels from the storage bag then running to leap the gap.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Marron jumped down the side of the building onto the fire escapes to climb her way down and move into the alleys, taking the storage back. Her mood was tainted now...it normally was easy to shift, her fingers curling at the bag. He had a scrap of pedigree left to him. Titles. Probably riches in the coffers. And she was picking over him for the pennies he carried. She should have shot the bastard in the Gut and left him for dead.

 

[RedCoat]

As Marron stewed angrily over the injustice the watch represented, Lazuli continued her journey, skipping over rooftops in her carefree manner. Something that Marron likely resented her sister for, the fact she didn't truly know what she'd lost. The fact she didn't constantly feel the shame of having to live in the gutter, whilst those they robbed got to go home to full bellies and warm beds. Marron would have plenty of time to stew on her anger, as Lazuli finally reached the rooftop overlooking the pub that was their next target. Holding the high heels between her teeth, she dropped down into the street whilst no one was present, slipping the heels on and heading for the door, opening it to find...

 

[Knight_of_None]

As the pushed the doors ope , she heard the music within, a old gramophone playing sailors tunes. It was nicer than that dive that Marron fished that slumming nobleman from. The rest point for weary and yet well-paid men came, ales and spiced rum stung on the air and the kitchen seemed to be moving fast. Sailors were drinking, some so deep in the bottle already that they were already dancing and singing with their friends. Bar maids noticed her, but didn't pay her mind as they figured what Lazuli was on the prowl.

 

[RedCoat]

Lazuli smiled warmly as she stepped in properly, shaking at the warmth that enveloped her, before she walked to the bar and ordered a small glass of whiskey, using the coins Marron had given her for that purpose. After all, most men were more likely to approach if she was already drinking, even as she waited for one of the many drinking sailors to approach. With how much of a celebratory air was in the building, she didn't think it would be long.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As she glared her drink in her hands, a sailor settled around her almost in seconds. "Now I know you get this alot, but you are bloody brilliant in that color" He said, his elbow proping him up as he held out a empty mug to the bar tender to get a fresh ale "You're not gonna pay for your own drink are ya?" He added. He was a taller man, broad in body, with a boistering beard. His head was wrapped with a bandana, and a dark blue coat.

 

[RedCoat]

She turned her head and smiled in response to the mans words, giving a soft titter as he spoke about her appearance "Well, I do... But thank you anyway" She replied, before he spoke about her drink, glancing down at the glass and laughing softly "Well, I already have for this one, but if you're offering I'm sure we can work something out, hmm?" She continued, lifting it and taking a sip, shifting her position slightly to give him a teasing glimpse down into her chest, before pulling it away as she leant onto the bar herself "Well, aslong as you can afford it, I wouldn't want to pressure you"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"I'm not afraid to pay up for some drink tonight lass! We've just come back with a ransom!" He said lifting his mug with a boisterous laugh. He leaned forward. "Bit of Whiskey? I can do you better than that.he said as he set a cluster of coins on the counter

 

[RedCoat]

She smiled back to him as he laughed, nodding her head to his words "Oh really? That must be an interesting story, hmm?" She responded, letting him lean in towards her, her position letting him look down at her, his eyes being drawn to either the serpent just peeking over the dress, or her cleavage as she took another sip from her whiskey "Do me better, hmm? That a promise?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"We went out pulled in a different kind of catch, not oil, or whaling." He said as he pulled from his drink, his eyes on her, his eyes falling on her shoulder and tilting his head back. "Wass'at-" he said he admired the serpent. "A Serpent? You a sailors daughter?"

 

[RedCoat]

She leant in as he spoke of his 'different catch', putting on an air of listening closely, before he asked about her tattoo "Oh, this? No, I'm not. I'm descended from one though. It became a tradition, even after they stopped sailing, to get the serpent on our shoulders. Memory of where we came from." She replied, sipping the last of her whiskey and placing the empty glass down with a gentle clink "Maybe if you get me a few more drinks, I'll take you somewhere you can see the whole thing..." She suggested to him, shifting her dress up to hide it teasingly.